Back in his dingy apartment, Fausto is seen taking a shower. As he rubs his hair with shampoo, he can feel all the dirt and filth that got stuck in his head from the night before, or rather 2 months ago. Even though his chest feels like it is carrying the weight of the world and his head hurting, all he can really think about it, "A beer can make all of this better." The Idea of going to the police station has completely melted away, he is just glad he is back home. But Paul comes back into his mind and he wonders where he could've gone. The horrors of the forest come flooding back into his memory. What was up with that place? Why was the jeep so deep in the bush and those military dudes gone? Was he really gone for that long? He must've been, otherwise she wouldn't be waiting for him in his living room.
Regardless, he finds himself in this peculiar situation and there was no way around it, Fausto has no choice but to face it. He knows that when he is done with his relaxing shower, he is going to have to go outside and explain to her. "If only the shower can last forever", he thinks to himself. If only his body was covered in filth, that way he could stay in there until the end of time and not deal with what's waiting outside. "That's a nice thought", he thinks. He runs a million scenarios about how he is going to confront her, should he apologize for his absence and ask for forgiveness? Or should he go on the offensive and come out verbally swinging? Or should he just lay down and cry? Although he has many options, Fausto can't help but to feel that all of them would end with the same results. Now, it's just a matter of which one will create the least damage.
He turns off the shower, wraps a towel around his waist and let his shaggy hair drip water all over the floor. He takes one good look at himself at the mirror and hopes he looks good or at least decent. Then suddenly he remembers something, like a lightening bolt he grabs his tooth brush and quickly washes his mouth. Not brushing your teeth for 2 months can lead to some serious ass breath. "What if she sneaks in a kiss or I want to", he giggles to himself,"I cant have my breath smelling like shit."
Fausto walks out of his bathroom to find his Apartment kind of clean for once. He knows for sure that it wasn't this clean before he disappeared so it can mean one thin; She must of done it for him.
"Hey, go back inside the shower! Your hair is dropping water all over your floor", yelled out a voice. Fausto scanned his small room and finds where the voice is coming from. "Fausto please, you are going to ruin your floor like that, take your ass back into the shower", yelled out again. He finds that the sweet, angry voice is coming from behind his kitchen counter.
"Rachel, why are you cleaning up my room?", asks Fausto