372. Looking up through the hole in the kitchen ceiling to a tiny patch of pink in the bathroom, he realized that this was the damned's view of heaven. The voice in the dark doorway blocks the image. "Holes are just conduits for seeing, I have learned, so all is well. Everything can be fixed, and we had ourselves a little adventure." As he turned to look at her, he caught sight of an aura around her, light from the sinking sun illuminating. She wore red and the colour enlivened her, infecting her personality. Here was the flickering hue of a devil thinly disguising his angel, with her company damnation might not be so bad after all...