A man likes a little privacy when checking out his injuries, but everywhere I went I had company, even where I should at least get a turned eye as a matter of course. Oy!

The towel hung around my still-damp hips provided an illusion of solitude, but I could hear Daniel as he shifted from foot-to-foot behind me. Resigned, I ignored him. I was only interested in that foot shaped blaze of color that reflected back at me from the mirror.

"Hmmm, the purple has faded," Daniel finally spoke. I sighed and answered.

"Yep, it's so my favor color - peridot."