“Well great,” Boon rubbed his muzzle then sighed, which for a polar bear was a pretty hefty, booming noise, “How far has it spread?”

“All over,” Kyrio held up one hand, revealing that his hand now ended in short blue fingers with smooth little nubs of white for claws, “It’s in the air vents.”

“Damn it, ok we need to put out an advisory to all passengers in their cabins to stay put and… Oh hell what is happening in the ballroom!”

Kyrio turned back to the monitors in time to see the colour draining out of the ballroom images.

Nidonocu, the band conductor was being assaulted by a pair of white gloves.

His purple fur, his immaculate white conductor's uniform were being consumed by a wave of black and white and grey.

He stood up, grinned at the camera then turned, raising his baton and pointed it at the band!