(does the robot dance)

o.O Okay then.

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"Are you sure we are allowed to be in here, Tim?"

"Kori," He paused in order to think of what to say next, "It's sort of like a 'goodbye' to her."

"I see." She answered nervously.

A quick glance at her sad face made Tim's heart melt. "Cheer up."

She gave a weak smile.

"Oh, come on, you can smile better than that."

She smiled as hard and as fake as she could at him. She loved him, she really did, but she couldn't bring herself to really smile. Not now, at least.

They were not at the Wiveslands Gates, funeral home, they were at the Hexane home. Jinx's old home.

"It's a good thing she never moved out." Tim said to himself, while flipping through a magazine on Jinx's bed.

Kori looked around in awe. She had never been in a dead person's room before. It felt malicious.

There was a binder on Jinx's old desk.

Kori couldn't help but let her inquisitive nature lead her to it.

Pages and pages of initials, phone numbers, and poorly made, hand drawings.

'JH & VS.' 'JH & MM' 'JH & RL' 'JH & DQ'

"Who was..." she stopped mid sentence and gasped.

"What is it?"

"This!"

In the pocket of the binder were magazine pictures. Magazine pictures of people with their heads scratched out by way of magic marker.

"Jeeze." He said while staring at them. They weren't that scary.

"It was... startling. I am sorry." She said apologetically.

"Alright." Tim said in amusement. She seemed so shaky.

"I- I wish to leave now." She hesitated "It is not right. This is where they found her, this is where she died!" realization hit her.

She ran out the hallway. ("Did the phone really ring?")

She ran down the hall. (Stop it, Jinx.)

She ran down the stairs. (Water running off of each step.)

She ran past the living room with the large TV. (Only to find it come back on in moments.)

Past the Kitchen. (Something caught her eye.)

Out the door. (Blank except for blurry static.)

Tim was just about to follow after her, to comfort the poor girl, but before he did, something caught his eye.

(She heard running water.)

A small piece of paper, used to claim a packet of photos at 'Jump City Photo Finishers'.

("I don't..." She never finished that sentence)

He took the piece of paper with him as he left.

(Her room, or more importantly, her TV.)

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x.x Kill my pathetic writings.

After you review.