The man was a sight to behold. A blue hazmat concealed his clean, pin-striped suit. After nearly a year alone, the boy and the woman had given up hope of contact. Their worries were soon put to rest. The man was kind, with a particular interest in the woman. This troubled the boy. Strange signs were clearing his judgment. A hole in the hazmat suit, when levels of radiation were still fatal. Yet before the boy could tell the woman, the woman was already gone from this world. The man’s knife was red, a welcome respite from the yellow wallpaper.