Michael rushed back to his house as quickly as he could. The front door was unlocked and he slammed it behind him, the doorframe rattling.

"Micky?!"

The house seemed much darker than when he'd left and he blindly stumbled through the hall, turning on a light. The living room was silent and he made his way to the back of the house.

The bedroom was dark, but a light shined underneath the closed bathroom door. Remembering the shower incident all too well, Michael nearly tripped over his long legs as he rushed to the door. It, thankfully, was unlocked and he threw it open.

"Oh, Micky!"