She did see. A pure... plethora of colours. From an objective perspective, it seemed so confusing. How would she know where to begin? Looking at the blank white canvas in front of her, she tried to imagine what it would be like if she filled up each space.

"While I don't know what I want to do yet, I do know that I don't want to see any white."

And at least a direction was a direction. She looked over to Mary, "What's your favourite colour?"