The ship jostles, causing Kid’s head to bang against the frame of his bed, unceremoniously awaking him from his slumber. He groans in pain, clutching his head.

His head is pounding. A bump like that shouldn’t make it hurt that much. Why does he have a headache?

Suddenly, the door to his quarter opens, and you enter. In your hands are a bucket of water and a towel.

A vein pops in his forehead. “Who the hell said you can come in my room without permission?” Kid snarls, sitting up on the bed.