Tana laughed, "I see. I have to say, I agree with you; his hair is much, much better now." There were a lot of things better about him, but when her brain went to "helpfully" list them, Tana had to stifle the urge to knock her forehead against the wall.

She looked at the stuff around her: a small photo frame, her old tape recorder, a necklace, and decided they'd be better inspected on a later date. "Well, I didn't really have any plans except sitting here," feeling like a tool. She stuffed them all into the little bag again and stood up. "Lead the way, Jeka."