“First, he was going to take a bath. A real, long, serious soak, in a tub with bubbles. Maybe read the paper, maybe not. Some days he thought one way, some days the other.”

–Neil Gaiman, American Gods

He loved bubble baths. He never wanted anyone to know though because he was afraid it would make him seem less manly. Occasionally, he still played with the bubbles. He would make bubble beards and hats. It was on one such occasion that upon scooping the bubbles he had a clear view of the water. In the water he did not see his legs, as he should have, but a portal to another world….