An old lady dazed into the door in front of her. it doesn't seem to want to open for her. She sits on the wheelchair, restless, but unable to manifest her lethargy into physical action because simply, she cannot. Her face wasted of all emotions, her eyes lost a glow which not too long, or perhaps was it too long (it doesn't matter) ago, must have lit up the dark hearts of many people. Behind her stands a man, equally wrinkled, but with shiny white hair and a firm stance in his stand, both in physique and manner. He addresses this young lady in white in broken chinese, I have difficulty making out his words, but from what was unspoken, he is unhappy about the wait. Correction, he is unhappy that his wife has to wait. The nurse tells him it can't be helped. The old man bends down, the stature of firmness disappears, his wrinkles curve into a smile as he whispers into his wife's ear in fluent hokkien. No emotion shows on her face, she just gives a plain nod. Gradually, he pushes her out of this white place, so filled of life, yet so devoid of it. This feels almost like a Speilberg movie, all is black and white, yet the old man and woman are in red.