After having had more of Beatrice's pancakes than his stomach wanted him to (resulting in a mild stomach ache), and showered and shaved, Alistair was ready to go back to the station to start the actual investigation. But first, he had to talk some sense into his wife.

Beatrice was wringing her hands, looking as if she was one lonely puppy away from a crying fit. He hated her crying fits - they always made him want to cry, too.

"Sweetheart" he soothed as he pulled her close. "I know you're worried sick about Anders, but they've got him on sedatives. Zevran is bringing Bela in, so he won't be alone. And you need to rest, remember? The healer was very strict. If he finds out you're out of bed-"

"I know" her smile was wan, but it was there. "He'll have me hospitalized. I hate hospitals."

"And I'll have someone drive Anders here as soon as possible so you can fret over him in person, alright?"

"Alistair!" Beatrice squawked indignantly, but the mild jibe had done it's job - she was smiling properly now. He pressed a loving kiss to her temple, then turned to Kallian.

"Now I can't keep her out of the garden, so I won't even try. But I expect YOU to do all the work. She is to sit in her deck chair and give orders, understand?"

Kallian smiled, not quite as brightly as she usually did but Alistair chalked it up to worrying about her sister and childhood friend.

"I'll only let her up to use the bathroom" she promised solemnly.

"You swear?" he teased, and Kallian cracked a half-smile.

"On the chant."

"If I found out different, I'll charge you with perjury." Alistair warned half-jokingly, kissed Beatrice once more, and then went to the front door to leave.

"Got everything?" Beatrice asked as she waddled after him into the hallway.

"I think so" Alistair replied, trying not to sound too stressed as he pulled his coat on.

"Phone? Keys? Badge? Notebook? Pens?"

Alistair patted his pockets in confirmation for each item.

"Check, check, check, check, and check. Thanks love."

He leaned down to kiss her sweet lips once more. If he could spend a whole day just kissing Beatrice, he'd die happy.

Beatrice smiled and waved as she watched him drive off. Once he was gone, she closed the door and turned to her sister.

"What is it?" Beatrice asked. Kallian frowned in bewilderment.

"I have never in all the years I've known him experienced Alistair forgetting anything." She finally ventured.

"There's nothing wrong with his memory" Beatrice smiled fondly, "but his belief in himself needs a bit of work."

Her face turned grim.

"Now, the roses." she said empathically. Kallian paled and swallowed hard.

"Right. The roses."

Zevran was waiting on the curb as Alistair pulled up, and in his blue coat and worn dark trousers he reminded Alistair of a child with the world on his shoulders. This was an association he did often, but he had never said anything. He liked his balls where they were, thank you very much. Therefore he made no comment on the fact that Zevran's hair was wet when he climbed into the passenger seat. Alistair just flashed a quick smile and started the engine.

"Forgot breakfast?" He asked teasingly as Zevran pulled an apple from his pocket.

"No time" Zevran replied smirking and bit into the crisp fruit. That was the end of the conversation and they drove on in silence for a few minutes.

"If we're going to see that witness, we're driving in the wrong direction" Zevran said as he threw the remains of the apple core onto the floor to Alistair's displeasure.

"I know, but I want to check on Anders. I still can't quite believe this is happening."

"Well," Zevran wiped his fingers on his trousers and pulled out his phone, "that makes two of us."

"Thought Bela didn't like it when you skip breakfast" Alistair couldn't help but say as he pulled the car into the hospital parking lot.

"Ze doesn't usually. But ze was a bit distracted."

"So that's what they call it these days." Alistair laughed softly, then became serious. "want to split up or go together?"

"Best we go together, I think. First impressions."

"Fair enough. Let's go track down the nurse responsible for him and then talk to Anders."

"Sounds like a plan. after that, family I think. We still haven't seen the other sister. She might be able to shed some light. Oh, and that boy from last night, the one who called it in." Zevran had a good point. then again, the eldest Hawkes might be estranged - but Alistair fervently hoped not. If Anna and Caelan Hawke were anything like his wife and sibling-in-law, she probably sat on a well of information.

They managed to catch a rather exhausted-looking nurse Derington in the staff canteen, and over what looked like some very unhappy eggs and extremely underfed bacon she told them what little she knew.

"The first healing went well, and we have taken multiple x-rays of his skull. He's in a magical coma to accelerate the healing. Uhm… the healer's put a drain in, fluid keeps building up in the skull base. But his heart is strong, and we see no reason why he shouldn't survive."

There was a moment of silence as Alistair scribbled in his notebook. Then the nurse raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

"Unicorns, really?" Alistair felt his cheeks heat in an embarrassed blush.

"It was on sale." He murmured.

As they searched the Intense Healing Ward, Zevran nearly collided with a human woman who was about as tall as Alistair. The majority of her face was hidden in a handkerchief, and they could clearly see her shoulders shaking. She had a long, thick braid of blond hair hanging over one shoulder and Alistair wondered, somewhat irrelevantly, if it was a modern style. Beatrice wore her hair like that sometimes.

"Sorry" she hiccuped and looked up, giving Alistair a good look at her face.

It was a ruin.

The entire left side of her face was a twisted mess of blackened skin and burnt flesh, the bright blue eye in the middle of the mess horrifyingly perfect. Her left arm was tied over her chest with a beaded scarf, the same colour as her green dress.

"Quite all right, miss-?" Zevran helped her regain her balance, the smile on his face more kind than salacious.

"Mrs. Hawke. Anna Hawke. We took my name." her voice was decidedly croaky, and Alistair looked around for some sort of water dispenser. She must be thirsty from all her crying; the non-scarred part of her face was blotchy and tears kept leaking from the right eye. The left one, though, was dry and cool. Seeing where his gaze was going, Anna Hawke murmured

"It's glass." Ah. that would explain it.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't stare." Alistair felt ashamed; he was a guardsman, for maker's sake. Hadn't he seen a lot worse than a burned woman?

"It's okay" she said in the same tone as before, "I'm used to it." Somehow he highly doubted that. People staring at you like they wondered what planet you were from wasn't something you ever got used to, in his experience. Especially for Anna Hawke, who had been a true beauty before the fire that nearly killed her.

"You must have just seen your brother?" Zevran asked as he escorted Anna over to one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs the hospital insisted on putting anywhere there was room (and some places there weren't).

Anna nodded.

"Yes. It was... oh maker, it was terrible. You can't even see his face with all the bandages." She started sobbing again, and from somewhere in his coat Zevran produced a dry handkerchief to replace the soaked one she was pressing to her face. Anna took it with obvious gratitude.

"Who are you?" She asked when she'd calmed down somewhat.

"I am Zevran Arainai, with the Denerim Guard. This is my partner, Alistair Theirin. We're investigating your brother's case."

"Please, Mrs Hawke" Alistair said as he pulled out his notebook and a pen. "We understand that this is a terrible time for you, but we need to ask you a few questions."

"Oh" Anna wiped at her eye again, her lips trembling. "of course. Anything."

"How would you describe Caelan to someone who has never met him?" Alistair began, wanting the easy ones done first. Anna didn't seem to have heard him, staring intently at his face.

"Alistair, Sorry" she finally said, "I didn't recognise you. How's Beatrice?"

"Calm as a cucumber, at least when I'm at home. But I think she's getting really, really bored. The healers have her on bedrest."

Anna laughed, but it sounded more like a sob.

"As if she'd listen." Alistair couldn't help but smile. Of course Beatrice hadn't listened.

"I'm glad it's you working on Caelan's... case. You're a good man. I'll help in any way I can."

"The best way for you to help, Mrs Hawke," Zevran cut in. He had vanished for a few moments, but was now back with a mug of coffee he offered to Anna. "Is to answer our questions as well as you can."

"Thanks" she said distractedly, put the handkerchief down on her lap and accepted the mug.

Alistair repeated his previous question, and Anna frowned in thought.

"Kind" she finally said. "Generous. Funny. Bit of a temper."

"Bit of a temper?" Alistair prompted. Anna made a face.

"yeah, he... he can be very protective. and he... when he gets mad, he tends to... mum calls it 'talking with fists'."

Alistair made a non-committal sound and wrote 'tends to get into fights' in his notebook.

"Has he gotten in any fights lately?" Anna's eyes flickered, suddenly unable to look at him.

"Just the usual. He works nights at the Hanged Man. He's a bartender. It's a rowdy crowd most nights." That was an understatement. The Hanged Man was the most infamous place in Denerim. Basically, if you wanted a fight you went to the Man.

"Anyone specific that comes to mind?" Zevran asked carefully.

"Uhm... he threw out a guy a few nights ago. It's really Ashaad's job but- the guy stood outside screaming he was going to kill Kee - I mean Caelan - until the cops showed up." She made a noise of pure horror. "Oh maker" she gasped, "what if he came back and-"

Zevran put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Mrs Hawke, please try to stay calm" Alistair said, "we don't know that yet. And your brother is getting the best care possible. Do you happen to know the name of this man?"

"No, sorry. Ask Varric. Or Sera. Varric's the owner. Sera's a waitress."

"Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt your brother, Mrs Hawke?" Alistair asked as he took down the names.

"No, people like him. He's... he's really charming, you know? People like him whether they want to or not." It was a strange way to phrase things, that last bit. But Alistair and Zevran looked briefly at each other; they'd have to wait. Anna Hawke was not in any condition to tell them anything else.

"Thank you for your time, Mrs Hawke" Zevran said. "May my partner please have your contact information, so we can contact you later for more questions?"

"Yes, yes of course" Anna seemed a bit startled. "Don't you need to ask anything else?"

"Not at this point in time. Thank you, you have been very helpful."

They got Anna Hawke into a taxi home, and then went to see Anders.

They found Anders in a small meeting room, and the first impression Alistair got was that he looked like one of those white tigers in the zoo. Pale as a sheet and brimming with barely restrained fury.

"Fucking bastards!" He snarled the moment the guards came in. He took a few steps towards them, then made a helpless gesture and went right back to his pacing.

"Yes, I am" Zevran said in a teasing tone, "what's that to do with anything?"

Anders spun on his heel, so that he was once more facing them. He looked wild, like he was about to come at them conjuring fire and brimstone.

"My Caelan!" he nigh- on bellowed. "Maker, when I find who did this-"

The air crackled with electricity.

"Calm down!" Alistair barked, "I don't want to arrest you for unlawful magic!" he might personally think that the ban of any and all magic that wasn't healing was unfair, but he didn't write law books.

There were a few tense moments, but Anders slowly seemed to get his temper under control. Alistair and Zevran waited, ready to fight or run if the healer lost control of the power flickering in his hazel eyes, but eventually the fury there seemed to temper off.

"Alright" Alistair said eventually, "now can we have a grown up conversation?"

Anders made a face.

"I'm sorry" he said, grudgingly, "I'm behaving like a right arse."

"Which is fully understandable" Zevran said, "but not helping in the slightest."

"No- I- you're right. I just-" Anders clenched his fists, his expression changing to hopelessness as he leaned back against the examination table.

"Six hours" he said in a hollow voice, "and I still don't know how much damage. Oh Maker, he-" he ran a hand over his face and Alistair tamped down the urge to hug him.

"I know we have shit timing" Alistair offered with a self-deprecating smile. He spoke slowly and carefully as if trying to calm an irate cobra. Which was a rather accurate description, according to his experience with upset mages. "But can you tell us anything about Cae- your patient?"

Anders didn't seem to have heard him, staring at something far off in the distance. "My patient" he whispered, "he's my patient..."

Alistair pulled out his notebook and repeated the question.

Anders' face twitched, but then it was as if he had flipped a switch and the cool, professional healer took over.

"There was extensive intracranial bleeding, mostly focused on the back of the head. We expect damage to vision and balance, but cannot say to what extent until the swelling goes down. He is on a drain, and we have in a medical coma which he is expected to be brought out of in a few days. We will be able to tell you more by then."

Alistair nodded, writing as quickly as he could. Anders fell back against the sofa cushions, trembling.

"I can't believe I didn't recognise him immediately. BUt there was so much blood. And I… I just saw a patient, I- oh maker, the blood-" Zevran put his hand back on Anders' knee, patting it consolingly.

"I'm sorry" Anders whispered, "you must think I'm pathetic."

"Of course not" Alistair soothed.

"Anders" Zevran's voice had a gentleness to it that was usually only heard when he was talking to children, "if it was my sweet one I'd be where you are now. I can't imagine living without zir."

"Please Anders" Alistair said again, "we need your help."

Anders turned his head and his tear filled eyes met Alistair's concerned gaze.

"What… what do you need to know?"

"Well, for starters: pretend that we have no idea here you were last night." Anders nodded in understanding.

"I had dinner with my best friend Bela Tabris and zir family at six. After that, my friend Kallian and I went to the theatre to see that new medieval costume drama the Chasind Girl. Kali won the tickets in some raffle. It was opening night. It was... About as bad as you think" he laughed softly. "But Kali liked it. I got home about… midnight, I think."

"Do you live together, you and Caelan?" Zevran asked, just as careful as Alistair.

Anders nodded, rubbing his eyes to hold back the tears.

"Yeah. But he wasn't home. I didn't think about it… he was meeting his family for Thursday Dinner, then he was going to stop by work to help with deliveries. He has Thursdays off usually but there was some mix up and Varric asked if he could help out… I figured he'd be there when... When I woke up…" his lips quivered.

Wanting to distract the other man, Alistair asked,

"How did you guys meet? Bee never told me."

Anders laughed. It was a brittle, shaky noise, but a laugh nonetheless.

"We… Mrs Hawke is a painter, you know? She had a vernissage. I'm not really into that scene, but… when Bethany invited me…"

"You know Bethany Hawke?" Zevran interrupted. Anders looked momentarily confused, but finally nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah… I work part time at the university and she was in my class… smart girl, always in the front seat. Asked a lot of questions. She asked me if I'd like to go and I figured I'd been spending most of my nights in front of the TV with Pounce anyway so..." Alistair wondered, as Zevran asked about Pounce, if Bethany had had ulterior motives. Alistair might be strictly for the ladies, but he had eyes in his head. Anders was a very attractive man.

"Pounce? He's my cat. Oh shit, who's looking after Pounce?" Distress had crept into Anders' voice.

"We'll have someone go over right away." Alistair soothed. "So you went to the vernissage?"

"Yeah…"

-Flashback-

It was one of those fine Kingsway evenings when the air is just on the verge of becoming cold, and in the little gallery a crowd had already started forming. Anders ducked past a group of men and made his way over to where a middle-aged, prematurely grey woman stood, chatting with a younger brunette and a man that seemed to be slightly older than the first woman.

"Leandra" he said by way of greeting, "congratulations to the showcase! You are brilliant, and the art is fantastic." The middle-aged woman laughed, bright and twinkling, as she accepted his congratulations with good cheer.

"Oh, Anders, you hopeless flatterer. Thank you!" She said, clearly delighted. Anders greeted her two companions, Malcolm and Bethany Hawke, and pointedly did not acknowledge the way Bethany was looking at him.

"You need to make your wife understand how great she is" he said instead, as he accepted a glass of bubbly from a passing waiter. Malcolm Hawke, whom he had been directing his comment to, smiled at Anders and signed a short 'hello' followed by 'thank you'. Anders felt immensely grateful that Bethany had taught him a few phrases. Just then, a pretty blonde woman in a stunning blue dress sailed up to them, hugging Leandra.

"Mum" she crowed, "guess what, you've just sold your first painting!" Then she seemed to realise that Anders was present and held out her hand for him to shake.

"Anders, right? Bethany won't stop talking about you."

"Anna!" Bethany hissed, turning beet red with embarrassment.

"What did I say now, lil sis?" Anna teased.

"I sold a painting?" Leandra interrupted just as Anna was about to say something else. "Which one?"

"Oh, that" Anna's already beaming smile intensified a bit more. "Anna at resquiat!" She cried, turning a few heads with the volume.

"Anna at rest?" Anders asked, "which one is that?" Anna gestured with her glass towards a painting that hung at the other end of the room. It was an oil canvas, done in soft muted shades of orange and yellow. On it they saw a badly disfigured woman lying on her side, facing away from the camera. The lines of her body were relaxed and her golden hair tumbled freely over a white pillow. Anders admired the fine lines and details for a few moments, then turned his gaze back to the subject standing beside him. In her blue dress, Anna's burned and twisted skin seemed to soften, as if the marks had been gently painted on instead of gouged into her flesh. The burned arm was wrapped in a fine blue silk shawl that had been tied around her waist in a way Bethany had said she did when it was sore. Anders sipped more of the excellent champagne and was about to ask something else, when a white-haired elf dressed all in black came up to them and put his arm around Anna's waist.

"Hey babe" he said and stole a kiss from her smiling lips. He had to stand up tall to reach, but even though she was so much taller than him she fit perfectly against his side.

"Fenris" Leandra said, and a chill tone had slipped into her voice. Anders had no idea what the story was, but Leandra's distaste clearly slipped of Fenris like water off a duck's back, as he ignored it and instead sneaked a sip from Anna's glass.

"You're driving" she admonished.

"I know. But one sip doesn't hurt. By the way, I might have done something you'll not like."

"What did you do, shell out a bucketload of money on something frivolous?" Bethany teased, finally breaking her gaze away from Anders.

"Yes." Fenris replied gravelly.

"What did you do, hon?" Anna asked as she leaned against him.

"I bought a painting" Fenris said as if reluctant to tell. They all stared at him.

"Anna et resquiat?" Malcolm said, incredulous. "you bought it?"

"I thought it'd look good in my office" Fenris said, suddenly finding his boots very interesting.

"That simply won't do" Anna protested as she kissed his cheek. "It must obviously hang in the living room."

The evening passed slowly; Anders was, admittedly, not a particularly artsy person and within twenty minutes he'd had two glasses of champagne and seen his fill of Leandra's paintings. Besides, the champagne was going to his head. He headed over to Leandra to thank her for a lovely evening and make his excuses, but promptly forgot what he was about to say when he saw the Adonis standing beside her, laughing in a way that made his dark eyes sparkle. The man was tall and broad, his skin tanned in the way heavy labourers are, and he had dark shaggy hair. Anders found to his surprise that he wanted to know what the man's short, neat beard felt rubbing against the inside if his thighs and blushed profusely, even without having said anything to the hunk. Just as he was about to fade away from the mortification at finding himself sporting an instant erection Leandra turned around and noticed him.

"Anders! I was just looking for you. This is Caelan, my eldest." Adonis held out a strong, callused hand for Anders to shake. His grip was firm and warm, and Anders felt his knees go weak. This was ridiculous, he hadn't been this instantly excited since he was a teenager. And yet here he was, wanting nothing but to climb this… this Caelan like a particularly delicious tree. Caelan's gaze was setting him aflame, those dark eyes eating him up as they roved over Anders' body, lingering at his groin and thighs.

"Nice to meet you" Caelan said, and it wasn't fair how his voice could sound like 'hey sexy wanna get naked' when he was just saying a general greeting phrase.

"Uhm… hello" Anders managed to stammer, cheeks burning as his knees started to shake. He reluctantly tore his hand away from Caelan's and tried to play it cool.

"I… It's very nice to meet you" he managed to stammer out without sounding too much like 'I want to get on my knees and suck your cock right now, is that okay with you?'. He felt very proud of himself. Especially as Caelan's dark gaze seemed to intensify, freezing him to the spot and setting him on fire at the same time.

"Same" and his voice was a purr, his eyes raking over Anders' body with blatant interest. Anders' personal god must be laughing his ass of as all of Anders' blood rushed from his head to pool in his groin, erection growing at an alarming rate even in the confined space of his favourite tight jeans.

"I- excuse me" he stammered, desperately, before practically fleeing for the men's room. He splashed his face with cool water and tried to think of anything that would calm the want throbbing in his entire body - how to measure body temperature on a body having been submerged in water, for example. Except that just produced images of Caelan Hawke in skimpy bathing shorts, rising from the water like some ancient demigod. Anders groaned in a mix of trepidation and arousal, knees going weak.

That's when the door opened and the desire demon himself slipped in, making sure to check behind him. Then he slid up behind a trembling Anders, pressing close as if invited.

"Hey" he breathed into Anders' ear as his hands started to roam, "We haven't met. But if you don't stop looking at me like that, I'm going to get ideas."

Anders laughed, wild and breathless and excited.

"Get ideas" he gasped, turning his head to the side to bare his neck. He was rewarded by Caelan raking his teeth over the sensitive skin as a calloused hand started to undo Anders' zipper.

-End flashback-

"Been together since, huh?" Zevran smiled. Anders smiled back, a smile so full of love and happiness it made Alistair's heart stutter a little.

"I guess I should feel sorry… he was engaged at the time… Merrill's a sweet girl I suppose. But I'm not. He's… I fell in love with him that night, I think. He's… I'm supposed to spend my life with him." A tear slipped unbidden down Anders' cheek. "And some sick bastard has just tried to take him away from me."

"Can you think of any sick bastards in particular?" Alistair asked just as the door opened to admit Bela Tabris.

Bela was a beautiful elf with high, elegant cheekbones, full lips and startlingly green eyes, hair falling about zir face like a curtain of crimson. Ze was dressed in the usual black dress trousers and a very pretty, feminine lavender blouse that molded perfectly over zir flat chest. Alistair found himself briefly distracted, wondering how many had tried to figure out if they were talking to a man or a woman when interacting with the elf this day. To be fair, he still had that problem sometimes. The distinct lack of what society deemed as masculine or feminine traits in the elf's appearance only increased the confusion, he'd found. Also, as he'd learnt the hard way, referring to Bela as an it might help his brain, but it pissed off his wife to no end. But she'd been ten times more pissed when he'd accidentally referred to Bela as "her brother", so… yeah. Best not spend any energy trying to figure that out and just roll with the punches and try to remember the correct pronouns.

"I'm sorry" Bela said politely as ze spotted the detectives, "I'll wait outside."

"No, please come in" Zevran said with a disgustingly adoring gaze at his partner, "We're done for now anyways."

"Let me repeat the question" Alistair interrupted. "Anders, can you think of anyone who'd want to hurt Caelan?"

Anders shook his head firmly. "No."

"How about Karl?" Bela interjected.

"I haven't seen Karl for four years" Anders replied, brows furrowing. "I don't see-"

"He said if you ever left him he'd kill you." Bela pointed out.

Anders looked unhappy.
"He was high."

"Anders, he was always high."

"Who is this Karl?" Alistair interrupted, frustrated.

"Karl Thekla. Anders' ex. Real piece of work" Bela's lovely face twisted in a scowl. "And that's putting it mildly."

"He was a nice guy before…" Anders hung his head. "Before the lyrium." Lyrium was a very popular party drug, giving the taker seemingly endless energy. It was also highly addictive, and had ruined more lives than Alistair wanted to think of.

"Alright" Alistair closed his notebook, "Thank you. Do try to rest, and we can come back later." Alistair nodded politely at Bela and left the room, giving Zevran a moment to say… whatever... To Bela. In a few moments, Zevran joined him in the hallway.

"Karl" he said, thoughtfully. "Might be something there."

"We'll need to find him. But first I think we should talk to that boy. Then to the hanged man" Alistair replied.

"Sounds good. Drinks are on you."

"What, again?"

"Drinks are always on you, my friend. You're the lightweight." With a friendly pat to Alistair's shoulder, Zevran sauntered towards the exit.

Alistair followed, grumbling.

Back in the room, Bela pulled Anders into his arms and held him close, offering silent comfort.

Senrion seemed even younger in the harsh light of day, without the dramatic makeup from the previous night.

"I know you've been through an ordeal" Alistair said in his best Mr Nice Guy voice. It was the voice he used to make little old ladies tell him about the men they'd loved when they were young and everything else he could possibly want to know.

"Yes" Senrion whispered, lips trembling. "I couldn't sleep. But Eiric looked after me." Zevran raised an eyebrow at the young guardsman that sat next to Senrion on the couch. It was the same one that had escorted the boy home from the crime scene. The man blushed deeply, but didn't move.

"Can you tell us?" Alistair cajoled.

"I already did" the boy whispered.

"I know, but we need you to tell us again."

"I… I was going to meet a few friends at the club - The Ivy, on Ostagar - so I thought I'd take the shortcut. Not many people use it since it's really dark but I always do. Nothing bad ever happens." He paled when he realised that the night before, something very bad had happened.

"Did you see anything but the victim?"

Senrion hesitated, clearly unsure about something.

"I'm not sure" he whispered, and Eiric laid his hand on the youth's high. It was more a comforting gesture than anything else, but it still spoke of a familiarity that made Zevan smirk.

"Please" Alistair said, "tell us anyway. It might be important."

"I… I think I saw someone. In a bright coat. But it was only for a moment and then I saw… the blood. Oh maker, the blood."

"A bright coat? You didn't see the color?"

Senrion flashed an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry detectives. I'm color blind."