Everything was green, and for once it wasn't due to a spectacularly awful hangover.
Wes was standing in the middle of his office, gaping at the disturbing color change.
"How am I ever going to be able to find the Addenda Demonica if all my bloody books are the same colors? I really hope the City gets tired of this sooner than the snow."
He was about to start tossing books out onto the floor to reorganize them when he heard the dulcet tones of a familiar voice.
"Fred. Fred! Hello!"
Wesley poked his head out, smiling widely. His smile faltered for a second when he saw Sam, but then returned to its former glory.