"I've pretty much outlined every subject I am touchy about several times now, I know the others were fond of using my manifesto as loo paper but I had hoped at least one of you had read it first." Anders muttered more to himself then to her before he moved to open the door and went inside, holding it open for her.

For a moment or two he was quiet as he looked over the colors and the bed and the rock. Eventually he burst out laughing. "By the Maker. Justice lived in the fade, saw all the weird and terrible colors there and yet he hates this. Absolutely hates the look of this room."