Pip didn’t like this world. He couldn’t tell if it was a dream or a reality, the air felt warm but cold at the same time, and an unsettling feeling held him in place. Maybe he had taken a wrong turn while trying to find home, or maybe this was another necessary part of the journey. Either way, Pip wasn’t planning on staying to find out.

He looked up following the sounds of running water, expecting to see splashes of blue, pink or maybe even orange, but nothing appeared. Grey upon grey, this was a terrible place to be. He couldn’t wait to be surrounded by colours again.