The large windows in the Keterberg hotel always let in so much light in the early mornings. It was reflected off the white snow and then shimmered innocently through the glass, across Ion's bed, waking him. He stirred slightly before opening his eyes and sitting up. As he brushed strands of hair out of his eyes he noticed Sync's coat thrown passionately into a crumpled heap on the floor across the room, and right next to it... Was that his own uniform? Ion grinned, slightly embarrassed, to himself; that would explain why the picture above the headboard was hanging completely off-centre...