[ He crooks a smile. ] Impossible. We both know one of us will never be presentable until he can find a proper barber in this place. [ He means himself, though honestly, there is a part of him that enjoys closing his eyes and giving such trust that Billy's steady hands and sharp knives will give him a nicer closer shave than any hick barber in any town they've visited. It's not something that's indulged in often. Those knives need not get dulled by beard trimming. Billy needs those knives sharp and ready. ] But it would be nice to get the dust off.

[ And check for himself. See if Billy bares the marks of his death. A death he never got to see because he had gone first.

And with that in mind, he stops the tub up so it can start to fill with that miracle of steaming water while he starts to search as well. There are bottles that he can't identify that read "shampoo" and "conditioner" on them, whatever those were. Claim to be scented with something called "Waterfall Mist". He's looking for a familiar bar of lye soap and coming up short.]

You finding anything over there? I've got nothing here. Just the hot water. [ Something he can't get over. He keeps dipping his fingertips into the filling tub. ]