Don stepped out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around his waist, feeling the cool air brush against his damp skin. He ran a hand through his wet hair, glancing at the clock on the wall just outside the bathroom door.
The red digits glowed 6:48 AM. He frowned slightly, realizing that his mid-morning exercises might have to be postponed. He wasn't on a strict timeline, but he was already beginning to appreciate the importance of sticking to a schedule.
As he walked down the hallway, his thoughts turned to practical matters. 'I should probably invest in a proper way to get around,' he thought, considering his options.
