White. The absence of color. Without hue or tint. Blank, empty, unfeeling, uncaring… The world is white. White walls, white sky, white sun. White people in their white clothes going about their lives in a white, white world, none of them caring that Rose is gone. How do they not see? The color is gone, leeched out of the universe like joy has drained from him. Maybe the earth has stopped spinning, he thinks. No. It's just centered around someplace new. Color has been torn from the world, just as Rose was torn from him. He lost her to the white, and he'll never see the same again.