Anyone Can Hear Anything...

In another part of the cruiser, the shower was left running while a man inspected his reflection. He enjoyed checking out each of the many mirrors in his master bathroom. 

Pressing against one cheek after the other, the man searched for any signs of wrinkles or changes to his complexion. His eyes blinked over and over again, trying to get comfortable. A hand rummaged through the crisp, short hair on the sides of his head. 

Once he was satisfied with his appearance, the man sighed. There was a tiny, empty capsule on the sink, which he capped and screwed shut while nodding back at himself. 

"Looking good…"

Instinctively, the man moved his hand across the back of his neck. There was an impulse of longing as he felt bare skin and nothing else. 

Doo, doo, doop… Doo–

The man rushed to his nightstand to grab the phone. "Hello?"

"Just making the usual call. How are things going?" a voice asked over the call.