RP for fever_crusade
From the perspective of anyone in the Kent family bathroom, it would appear that their shower had spontaneously switched itself on, thudding water down into the tub - water that seemed particularly reluctant to obey the laws of physics and flood down the plughole.
After a few moments, the shower switched off again, and the water began to thicken, taking on the consistency of jelly. And then, in less than a minute, there's a naked man standing there, blinking a little, and sweeping wet hair off his forehead.
Robert, his skin rapidly drying back to a normal consistency, steps out of the tub and finds the faded jeans and plaid shirt Martha had left for him. He guesses they must be her husband's, but at least they fit (more or less). His eyes still looking a little less than human (there's no way to bring glasses through the pipes, after all), he ventures outside.
"Martha?"
After a few moments, the shower switched off again, and the water began to thicken, taking on the consistency of jelly. And then, in less than a minute, there's a naked man standing there, blinking a little, and sweeping wet hair off his forehead.
Robert, his skin rapidly drying back to a normal consistency, steps out of the tub and finds the faded jeans and plaid shirt Martha had left for him. He guesses they must be her husband's, but at least they fit (more or less). His eyes still looking a little less than human (there's no way to bring glasses through the pipes, after all), he ventures outside.
"Martha?"