Whenever Crichton pulls some clothes out of the wardrobe, the sound of clacking hangers lets Arthur zero in on his target; he strikes, swapping his pajamas for some actual daytime bottoms, and grabbing a sweater and a hat for good measure. A wardrobe refresh overseen by Ossie, plus a system of safety-pins to tell Arthur roughly what colour things are, mean that he's ended up more coordinated than the guy who can actually see what he's dressing in.

Unfortunately his socks are inside out, but you can't have everything.

"Yes, yes, go ahead," he says shortly, as he propels himself at the correct angle to get from the wardrobe to the bathroom door. "I'm just going to splash my face."