Dorian awoke amongst a tangle of linen sheets and large expensive pillows. His blanket had been kicked off during the night and now lay somewhere on the floor. Dorian was able to see none of this due to the fact that his contacts were in his bathroom. He doubted even Ms. Myobi knew he wore them because he only took them out when he was about to go to bed. And he always went to the bathroom to do his business, brush his teeth and all that good stuff. Dorian was going blind and really needed the kind of money Jarvis and he had discussed the previous night. Courtney seemed very interested in the idea. It was rather convenient for him that Jarvis happened to call when he did. Dorian had spoken little more than was needed while Jarvis had done most of the talking. It seemed to make the buyer nervous. Dorian found it amusing. He was even worse conversation on the phone than in person. He spoke the same and people didn't even have the advantage of reading his highly expressive face. They had, however managed to work out the details of their meeting at ten. It was to take place in Dorian's studio. That gave him plenty of time to get ready for the event. He rolled himself out of bed and stumbled over to the bathroom, taking the time to notice the enormous projected clock he had near his bed that projected the time onto the wall big enough for him to read it without his contacts. It was only eight thirty five. Perfect. He would have a shower, get something to eat, and maybe go set up some of the effects he was going to need for their scene.