"No other visitors should be coming tonight," Julius said, his voice low and even. "I brought some change of clothes. You should go and fix yourself."
Neville opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out; he was just confused. Julius didn't look at him again. Instead, he simply pointed at his own hair.
Neville's hand shot up reflexively, grabbing another handful.
It's Silver.
Threads that should have been a perfectly ordinary shade of hazel-brown glowed silver until the dim lights of the hospital room.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath. The damned dye had come off.
It seemed that his days in the life pod made him forget that he had to maintain something. He was surprised that Julius even recognized him despite the silver hair. He must have looked like a disaster.
