Caption: The Southwest Candlelight Sea (two months later)

The boy stands holding his paddle board, looking defiant. His skin is dark, up until his neck, where a jagged border transitions to very pale skin on his head. His eyes, bright pink. His hair, white. There is no pigment in his skin above his shoulders. He has a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, with a small device visible in one of its outer pockets.

The boy breathes in through wide nostrils. Then breathes out with a "Phew..."

The boy grabs the device from the bag - it's a radio, which crackles

He brings the radio to his face, looking serious.

Boy: Snowcap to White-Socks. Any sign of her?

A voice crackles over the radio.

Voice: I'm not helping you again. You're CRAZY.

The boy bends down, speaking into the radio, with fear in his face.

Boy: Come on, Eddy - I HAVE to do this. And the Road is totally empty right now. Is the coast clear or not?

Eddy: Fine. It's clear. But you'd better hurry up. And please... stop calling me White-Socks.

The boy grabs the board under his arm, running into the surf.

Boy: But—! Aww. Ok. I thought you liked it.