“Why do I need to leave?” I asked to them. The sudden change in their behaivor came as a shock. I sounded calmer than I expected to sound.

“You shouldn’t need to know why,” She continued the sharp tone in her voice sounded harsh echoing off the deserted streetside, “You know why. Just look at yourself, your clothes, you’re changing and different. Your clothes are deeper than the sand beneath our feet your eyes are clear like the sun and how it hides in the sky.”

Wait wait wait," I managed to stammer out, “You can see that? The color?” As I was saying this a man pushed his way through crowd and stepped out in front of the girl.

“Yes we can see what you say is color. It’s painted all over you. We also were able to see you going in that cave on the out skirts of town….”