He had never looked his best, often sporting a disheveled look akin to that of a street punk. Even when wearing a suit, he never quite managed the "professional" and "clean-shaven" look all that well.
But as he ran through the port town, he looked his worst yet. No colors anywhere! Had that scientist lied? She'd said there were still colors here! He needed colors. Any colors. He just needed colors.
"Sorry!" he asked a random passerby, intercepting during their walk. "Have you seen any color around?"
He asked this from a few people, but he was only given grunts and angry snaps for responses. "There are no colors!" was usually the answer. Everyone seemed confused and frustrated over the situation, and with no answer to make it any better.
After a few fruitless interactions, he dropped onto a bench. He bent down and held his head, his hands frantically rubbing the hair. He needed a moment. He needed to calm down. There had to be color somewhere around here. Even just a little bit would help! He just needed to find it...