Shinji Ikari was patient, for a teenage boy at least, but this was really starting to test him. He'd been waiting outside the station for two hours now, and there was still no sign of the woman who was meant to greet him. He'd tried to call his father, but had only gotten voicemail.
He looked around, he hadn't seen anyone. The place was barren, run down, deserted. Inhospitable. Inhospitable was the word. The sun beat down like an electric oven, and the parts of the sea which didn't have the ruins of flooded buildings poking out of it had the garbage of a century of waste floating in it. What remained visible of the sea was blue. So was the sky. Blue. That most awful of colours. The worst colour in the world. Shinji couldn't help but wish things were more… More…
Yellow.