What's The future Like?

Don't Freak Out.

The shower is everything he dreamed it would be.

He stays under the hot spray way longer than he should, so his skin is pink when he steps out into the steamy bathroom. He swipes his hand across the fogged-up mirror, his fingers cutting through the condensation to create a window of reflection as he scrubs the towel over his hair.

He catches a glimpse of his own image and stops to check himself out, angling his head from side to side and flicking his long black hair off his forehead.

It's a stark contrast to the white-blonde shaven sides of his mohawk and while the look is a pain to keep up, he's not ready to give it up just yet.He knots the towel around his waist, considering his own reflection for a moment.

He knows he's not bad to look at, but he wouldn't mind having a little more muscle and a little less flab. He sucks in his gut then lets it out again, shaking his head at his own narcissism and pulling the ugliest face he can as punishment.

He's still laughing stupidly to himself when he opens the bathroom door to head back into the hotel room.

He stops moving the moment his feet hit the carpet. There's someone else here, and it's not Ray.

"Dude?"

He peers into the room. He can't see much of the intruder. Not that this guy is trying to hide, oh no, he's standing right there in the middle of the bedroom, between the twin beds with their garish matching bedspreads. He's facing away from Frank, and with the only light in the room is coming from the bathroom, so all Frank's got is the impression of someone around his height, with shoulder length dark hair, wearing a yellow and black striped shirt and what looks like maybe an army vest?It definitely isn't anyone Frank knows from the bands or tech crew, that much is obvious."What the fuck are you doing in my room?"

A chill runs over Frank's still-damp skin. He feels far too naked in nothing but a towel when there's a stranger in his room. How the fuck did this guy evenget in here? Hotels - even shitty three-star ones - are supposed to have some kind of security.Shit - of course. It's probably a fan.

"Look dude, you really shouldn't be in here, breaking in like this is seriously crossing lines. I've got places to be, though, so if you fuck off I won't call security. But can you fuck off? Now?" Frank tightens the knot in his towel, feeling underdressed and a little vulnerable.

The intruder still hasn't said anything, although now that Frank is listening - really listening - he can hear a muffled staticky noise that sounds like a voice through a distant two-way radio. The guy doesn't turn around. "Dude?"

Frank's a moment away from grabbing the glass from the bathroom and smashing the rim to make a weapon out of it when the guy finally speaks.
"Don't freak out."