As I bathed the device began to slip from my mind, pushed out by a combination of beard maintenance, a new shampoo, and a legendary banger on XFM. The banger was such a literal banger that it drowned out an actual banging sound I probably should have noticed, as Kay began exploring the new OS.
The song came to an end, I stepped out of the shower, and I finally noticed something amiss when I noticed that the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. Our smoke detector was so antsy even rising steam set it off, and it could trigger an evac of the flat block, something unthinkable in the current crisis. I moved over to reseal the door I calling out to Kay, telling her she left it ajar when she peeped on me bathing (again), but heard no response. As I put my hand on the door, however Kay’s voice returned from the other side.
“Uh Ant,” she squeaked, “don’t be mad but I used the S7A.”
I stopped, my heart sinking.
“Oh?” I said, donning an emergency robe.
“Yeah. It works. We uh, we definitely have a Chronivac.” I was silent, unsure how to take the tone.
“Did you…”
“Yup. I’m fine, just a little different.” I breathed at last, resing on the doorframe. “Open the door, and try to reserve your judgement.” She chuckled.