The day was cold, a deep chill brought down to the streets by a shrill wind. Do to Janus's instance Elis had opted to have a thick blanket placed over his lap and legs, it actually settled nicely within the confines of the wheelchair and kept him warm during the light train ride to the gallery. He wasn't going to let the weather keep him home though, not when there was an art gallery so close by.
With the help of a nice passerby he was wheeled into the entrance of the gallery. It was still rather early and the place seemed mostly empty. He thanked the nice man who had helped him before pushing himself over to the front desk. Already he was entranced. He could see just the hints of photographs and paintings that lay beyond.