Illya stepped inside his door, resetting the alarm by rote and headed for his bedroom. He pulled out a pair of sweats and a tshirt before heading into his bathroom. He wanted a quick shower, a long soak and to fall into his own bed.

He set the clothing on the back of the tank, pulled the flow regulator and spun the hot water knob. A trickle of water came out and then ended. Illya turned off the hot, pushed down the regulator and tried the cold. Dribble.

He checked the lavatory, then flew to the kitchen. The same.

Napoleon's.

Illya scooped up the change of clothes and left his apartment. The subway was standing room only, so he hung onto a loop, clothing hugged to his chest. He got off at the stop, walked to Napoleon's building, swept past the doorman and took the elevator.

He rung Napoleon's doorbell, and he waited for the door to open.

"Illya?" Napoleon's collar was open and his cuffs rolled back.

"My water is off." He headed for his friend's bathroom.

Napoleon locked back up. It wasn't often his partner wanted anything from him. He resumed straightening his apartment. Napoleon awaited Illya's exit.