Bond was in the shower for quite some time. Part of it was washing, but the majority was him standing under the water. He meditated, in a way, running scenarios in his mind of how the morning would play out.

He finally emerged in a towel, beads of water on his shoulders. He started toward the bed but then there was a knock at the door.

The food on the trolley smelled amazing and Bond thanked the porter before he left.

"I ordered quite a bit. Come have something," he said.