Quinn drew from his opium pipe as he gazed in amusement at the images projected before him in the otherwise dark room. He grinned as the man in the film performed a dangerous stunt involving a ladder. Quinn sat back and enjoyed the view. Time drifted by. Soon the end credits rolled. Quinn grumbled for a few moments then decided to get up. He left his pipe on the edge of the table securely. Standing up, he staggered both from the drugs and the effects of the tumor in his brain. He waddled sideways to a large cabinet at the left hand side of the room and paused deep in thought. Quinn had found the bunker several years ago. It became his favourite place to take Lydia. He missed her. 'Why did I let the little… grrrr… How could I betray Lydia like that?!' he growled regretting his past mistakes. He remembered how on one adventurous night with Lydia all those years ago, they stumbled into the room he was now in. Inside they found the projector and a huge pile of film reels. They watched them together. They were films of the old world long forgotten since the war. It had taken them awhile to figure out how the projector worked but, once they did, they spent several nights in the bunker together. Even when their son Ryder was born they snuck out to the bunker. It was stupid for a Baron to leave without the safety of his Clippers by his side, but it was worth it. He thought of Lydia once more. Her favourite film was Safety Last! Quinn was not a fan. He preferred the works of Chaplin, but Safety Last! was the thing he found himself watching the most these days. He snapped his mind back to the present and opened the cabinet. Some of the reels fell out. Quinn cursed. He bent down to gather them up. One caught his eye. The label was slightly worn. Quinn held it out to the light coming from the projector. 'Hmmm, John x Helen x… What? Hmm June? Jule? 19… 5? I don't remember you.'