Austin got off the couch and limped up the stairs. Molly followed, not even trying to hide what she was up to.

Austin went into his bedroom and found some old clothes that he'd left behind from the last time he'd left the house. He held them up triumphantly to Molly, like a trophy he'd just won. Then he went across the hall to the shower. Molly leaned against the door jamb and watched him.

"Hey, are you OK?" Austin asked.

"Fine," Molly said. She smirked. But she didn't move.

"Well, I'm going to get in the shower now," Austin said.

"Yup."

"So, I guess I'll just, you know, take...