Maybe he should have given some warning about his condition ahead of time, but Barnaby hadn't particularly wanted to write about it on the bulletin board. When Anise offered to assist him, he shook his head with a neutral smile. "No, I'm all right, but thank you," he said, hating every moment of it.

With that, he began to move toward the area she'd gestured at. Since he couldn't wheel himself terribly fast, he had no doubt Anise would be able to keep up. Once they'd arrived, he deftly maneuvered himself until he was facing away from the wall.

"How is this?" he asked.