Post space ship arrival - Mid September

The shock started when Alex came home to the scent of sawdust and epoxy. He isn't sure what to think when he finds their bathroom torn out and Michael hard at work redoing their entire bathroom.

Sure Alex has been making due the best he can, often risking himself with showers without handrails and a floor that even with a mat feels slippery when you're in it with only one foot under you. Yet he has worked to do the best he can, not willing to look into moving. Even if there are accessible apartments in Darrow. He's happy with their place near the beach, and he didn't want to lose that. Something he'd mentioned in passing to Michael.

He should have known the result of that stray comment.

And now their house is covered in sawdust to the point that Alex has covered his plants with a sheet, as well as Michael's pod even if it didn't need it. The important things were protect, that's what matters.

Settled at the little table in the kitchen, working on some music for his next session in the studio when he hears an odd sound and something like a shout. Alex leaps to his feet, racing for the bathroom.

"Michael!? Michael, are you okay?"