Zeke was left stunned for a good few moments, watching the girl go. The image of her hair against her cheek had dissolved when she slapped him, and now he had nothing. Except the speckled rock, but that somehow seemed less important. "Ow..." he complained, rubbing his cheek. It had been really pretty how she had gone red, and her hair stayed blue. Why'd she seem so mad? And what did she call him? His cheek hurt. He wandered off in a different direction, going downstairs. Maybe something out here would be as pretty and fun to paint.

He eventually stopped outside a greenhouse, and contented himself by painting and photographing the flowers. Maybe if he asked nicely, she'd do that again and he could finish drawing it. He could remember the right colours. The next flower he painted in those same shades, just to prove it, but he couldn't remember anything else. Turning away from the greenhouse and its distractions, he tried to draw her face. It ended up as a red blur, crowned by blue hair, the features marked only by different shadows on the red surface. It even seemed flat.

As he flopped down onto the springy grass, he watched the clouds go by and cast shadows on the ground. "People are weird," he mumbled.