Her fingertips skimmed along the photo album, brow creasing as she reminisced if only for a moment. She knew she wasn't supposed to be in that room in particular, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. Whom had it belonged to? Who were these people? They had stories, just like everyone else, were they safe? Had they had the same luck of finding one another through all this tragedy? No--they were probably dead, and probably better off that way. Hearing the scurrying of feet, she gasped, the album colliding to the ground, photographs scattering about as she jumped trying to gather herself. "I was just...prying..." She openly admitted, pointing at the images pouring out from the binder. "So uh...um. I'm just going to...keep prying." She smirked, shrugging as she bent down to pick up the mess.
