…“This signal you speak of, was it red or blue?”

“What does the colour matter? All I know, is that I saw something regardless of its colour, isn’t that enough!” Devon spits through teeth clenched and broken.

“The colour means EVERYTHING and MORE, even the end of days has a foretelling that is not lost in facts but lost within the colours of what is and is not.” he says with whimsical flair as he brushes his hair from his face. “There was a story I told once. It was about a young girl who never wanted to go to sleep, no matter how tired she was. This girl, who we’ll call Tabitha just for the shits and giggles, because shits and giggles are all we have.  Anyway, Tabitha never wanted to sleep, but ironically slept more than most. She was always centre stage when the important things were discussed, but asleep when the things took place. One day when commanding the rooms attention, Tabitha was brought to trial for her misdeeds. The others in the village said she was a disease, dragging the village down to the bottomless pit below. She begged the villages to stop and listen, and when they failed to care, she did the only thing she could do in this kind of situation.” he says as he stops and takes a long drink of water from his green glass.

“She went to sleep, didn’t she?” Devon says quickly, causing him to smile broadly.

“Sleep she did indeed my friend, sleep she did indeed,” he says with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes….