"I'm not sure what it said." He said, shaking his head, "They wouldn't tell me, see, I can feel colors, with my fingers?" He shrugged, "And sometimes I use the wall just to gauge where I am, and part of it was green where it should have been brick."
Another head-shake then, "It was out by the pool, opposite side of the gym." His brow furrowed, something had been nagging at him ever since she'd entered the room and he hadn't been able to pin it down until just then, sitting bolt upright, almost bolting from the chair, really, bag in hand, ready to make a break for it, "Eraser." He knew that the antisepticy smell was all in his head, that there was nothing around that would be causing it, but the vaguely wet-dog smell, that he recognized, and he was hoping it wasn't too late, "I knew you guys would show up eventually, I knew it and I stayed here anyway."