He'd only be awake for 15 minutes, and already he wanted to go back to bed and start over. It had seemed like such a lovely night, the sound of rain falling gently on the windows had awakened him from a dream he could no longer remember. His first thought had been how nights like this were perfect for staying home wrapped in blankets in front of the fireplace with a good book.

That's when he remembered the phone call he'd gotten from Stone about a video shoot that had been scheduled for that evening, something he was very much not looking forward to. Things quickly progressed downhill from there, starting with him getting up and stepping on a plastic dinosaur left inexplicably next to his bed. He didn't even own any plastic dinosaurs, and had silently cursed James for leaving it at his house.

Now, he had to fight with the shower.

Tristan: "Couldn't be warm water, could it? Just has to be cold…"

On the last word, the wrench slipped out of his hand and smashed into the wall, shattering several tiles into dozens of glass-like shards that fell to the shower floor. He stared at the glittering pieces of ceramic in disbelief for a few minutes, now soaked from head to foot with icy cold water.

He closed his eyes and stood up, closing the door to the shower in an attempt to at least try to contain the water in one small area. He very calmly turned and made his way to the guest bathroom, only to find himself standing face to face with James.

James: "You ready?"
Tristan: "I'm not dignifying that with an answer."

James: "Andy wanted everyone to meet over at studio by 6:30, and it's already quarter past."
Tristan: "Well Andrew can just wait."
James: "I'm not really sure if he's even going to be there, to be honest."
Tristan: "I should be so lucky."
James: "Markus said he'd meet us over there. You know Abigail left this morning, right?"

Tristan: "James?"
James: "Yes?"
Tristan: "Get out of my bathroom."

James: "There's no need to get snippy."
Tristan: "I'll be downstairs in 10 minutes. Go watch TV or something."

James gave Tristan a puzzled look before leaving him alone. Tristan turned the shower on and waited for the hot water, slowly peeling away his thoroughly soaked pajamas and tossing them in a sopping pile in the corner. After a few short minutes, he stepped into the shower, looking forward to a good hot soaking as a new beginning to his evening. He found himself once again in a cascade of freezing water.

Tristan: "This is not happening."

He made a mental note to check the pilot light on the water heater and proceeded to take the quickest shower he could manage.

In less than five minutes he was on his way down the stairs, still shaking from the cold of the water and the trials of the past half hour. James was waiting patiently for him by the front door, now dressed in a striking tuxedo and cape combo.

James: "Did you know your shower is leaking?"