((Memory: Significant/Positive))

[boomgoesthebirdy]

► I know. I can see it. (Maximum Ride: Final Warning)

What Happened:

Fang and Iggy were facing away from the station buildings, in the direction of the endless whitescape. Fang stood out against the ice as if carved out of black marble. He turned and motioned [Max] over with a nod.

"Gosh, lots of. . . white, huh?" [Max] said, bouncing on [her] heels, already feeling the cold.

"Yeah. . ." Iggy said in a weird voice.

"You're actually not missing that much, Ig," [Max] told him. "It's not like other places, where there's tons of different stuff to see. Everything here is pretty much white. Lots of sharp white edges."

Fang touched [her] head, and [she] turned to him. He nodded at Iggy.

"I know," said Iggy. "I can see it."

[...][Max] waved [her] hand in front of his face, and he blinked and pulled away.

"What are you doing? he asked, frowning.

[Max] let [her] jaw drop open, looking from him to Fang and back, and then Iggy was smiling in a huge way he hardly ever does, and Fang was grinning in a way he hardly ever does, and [Max] felt like skipping around like a ballerina[.]

"What's going on?" Gazzy asked, coming over to [them].

Excitedly, Iggy whirled to se ethe Gasman, then stopped dead, frowning. He blinked several times.

"It's... it's gone," he said in a hollow voice.

"What?"

"You could see?" Gazzy asked.

Iggy turned around again, his head hanging. He sighed heavily, then stiffened. "No! I can see again! I can see the white mountains again!"

So here's the deal: Iggy could see whiteness. He could see the shapes of the cliffs and glaciers, the occassional gray rocks jutting out from the snow, the horizon line where land met sky. When he turned around, the ocean, the rocky shore, everything, went blank.

"I'm cold," [Max] said after [they'd] been standing around looking at Iggy look at stuff for a while. "Let's go inside."