If it was one thing he hated, it was sunny days after a night of booze. With a groan Carson got out of bed and closed the blinds, it wouldn't put him back to sleep but it would ease his headache. Stumbling over to the bathroom, Carson took a long look in the mirror. His hair was raggedy, bags under his eyes, several days of scruff.... [i]How could you let yourself get this bad Carson?[/i] he said to himself. Taking a big sigh Carson stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the lukewarm water run down his body as he leaned against the wall. After awhile he got to scrubbing all the stink and dirt away, feeling somewhat cleansed by the act. Finished with his shower, Carson took out a razor and a hair clipper he didn't know he had, and begun the task of grooming himself. 

After about thirty minutes of grooming, Carson began looking a little like his old self. Satisfied with his looks, Carson put some toothpaste on the toothbrush and began to brush his teeth, getting the smell of alcohol and vomit out of his mouth. Afterwards, Carson felt like a million bucks. Maybe John had decided that Carson had beat himself enough, or maybe Carson was tired of looking at the same ragged face every morning. Either way it was time for a change, digging in his fridge for anything edible and finding nothing Carson decided that he could use a walk. It had been forever since he had been at that diner at New Naveria. Putting on a t-shirt, some cargo pants, his old military boots, and those ray bans from boot camp Carson went out the door and made his way to New Naveria.