Stepping inside He stripped out of his stained work uniform and told the shower to get steamy. Stepping under the heated water tumbling from the ceiling He slowly willed His muscles to relax and began scrubbing off the ionized jelly left over from His time above decks on the last star jump.

He walked to the mirror, savoring the warm molecules of water floating around Him. Looking in the mirror He gazed absently at the beauty of His body, He met His own eyes and shared a moment of silence with the Man He saw there. Grabbing some small scissors He clipped at His beard until it was well trimmed, then began to clean His teeth meticulously. Finishing, He padded briskly to His trunk and pulled out a clean three piece uniform. It’s dark greys and ragged red strips denoting rank would suit Him well. Glancing again in the mirror and seeing a damningly handsome devil staring back He thought tonight he’d catch himself a proper woman; or perhaps he’d drink, fight, and find a whore. Either was amicable to the Ferry Man.