Pam had lead Stan into the attic, and pointed him the box in which he'd find Brigitte's stuff. Once Pam had left him alone, Stan opened the box.
Before he could look into it, Ginger started talking: "She still didn't say why she did it."
After a pause, Stan replied: "It's possible that she's embarresed about the both of you."
This didn't cheer her up at all, therefor Stan added: "If it's any consolation, by shutting the door, she made a good reason to be embarresed."
Finally, he could start looking into the box. Not so surprisingly to him, he found some morbid juwelery, two camera's, and some pictures, mostly polaroids. He went through the pictures. Not only were the people, who were the sisters he once knew as a kid, on them dead, or rather made up to look like they're dead, they were also older then Stan remembered them.
Stan looked at Ginger, who suddenly looked a little older than she did a few seconds earlier: "So this is what you look like now."
"Growing up is lives only purpose." Ginger remarked.
Stan, while still going through the pictures, sighed: "The body can change, but genarally, personality remains the same."
Sarcasticly, Ginger said: "Good! You'll be the new Socrates!"
"Surprised you even know that name!" Stan remarked.
"I know what you know!" Ginger raved on.
"Like I care!" Stan didn't know when to stop.
"I know you do!" but neither did Ginger.
"I'm having the last word on this!" Stan suddenly said.
"Go ahead and try!" Ginger challenged him.
"You're not helping!" Stan reasonned.
"Make me!" Ginger urged him.
One picture made Stan lock up in silence.
"Gotcha!" Ginger cheered.
Ignoring her cheer, Stan wondered: "What is this?"
Ginger didn't know what he was talking about: "What's what?"
"This picture!" Stan replied.
The picture Stan was talking about had the face of a wolf on it, but Ginger failed to notice that that fact didn't appear to bother him much: "It's a wolf!"
Annoyed, Stan bit back: "I relise it's a wolf, bu..."
"Then what's the problem?" Ginger asked him.
"The angle, that's what!" Stan finally said, "Taking a picture of a wolf has to be taken at some distance, for security. I didn't know a polaroid's even able to zoom like this."
"Oh yeah?" Ginger acted like a know-it-all at that moment, "Well other than you, who thinks that the picture might not be taken at a distance at all?"
Stan was silent for a while. He suddenly snapped out of it, and continued going through the pictures, then the rest of the box, as he explained to her: "Be reasonable, Ginger. You girls were whacked, but not insane to do somethin like thi..."
When he found the polaroid camera, and noticed the damages, he stopped talking. He noticed marks, indicating that it may have hit something. But it wouldn't look like this if it merely fell off the table and hit the ground. Somebody tried to hit someone else with it? There were no marks indicating that somebody was holding the device itself to hit anyone, so somebody must've swung with it, like usind a mace. He looked at the wolf's picture again. Judging from the marks on the picture, and the part of the polaroid from which the picture came, it appeared it was hard to get the picture out after it hit someone... or something!
In a flash, he saw Brigitte, swinging the polaroid, hitting a wolf, and accidently taking the picture.
Now Stan thought he had figured this all out: "So that's how you died!"
Though not caring much about the answer, Ginger asked: "How?"
"You and Brigitte were walking around one night..." Stan explained, "...minding your own bussiness, a wolf attacked you, Brigitte wanted to defend you, but it didn't work.
"You know as well as I do there are no wolfs around here." Ginger reasonned.
"No shit." Stan replied, "Probably escaped from some zoo or other."
Ginger didn't say anything, but the expression on her face made it pretty clear she tried to tell him there is no zoo anywhere near them. Therefor, Stan added: "You never know how far those animals can travel!"
"Even if all that's true..." Ginger started, "...I don't remember to have seen a wolf that looks like that."
"I don't care. But this may explain why Brigitte left." Stan stated, and didn't wait for Ginger to say anything, "She tried to defend you, but failed, so she didn't want to live anywhere near the place where she has all the memories about you, or she'll remember the night she couldn't save you."
Ginger seemed to think this possible, but still had one question on her mind: "How does that tie with Pam not letting you in?"
Stan was silent for a moment, upon which he decided: "Let's ask her!"