Sean tried calling Norman for the 300th time in the last days but still his call went straight to voice mail. He ended the call and walked into the photo gallery heading straight back to the office. He winked at the secretary who looked to star struck to even speak the words to tell him not to go in the office. The Hipster looked up from his desk a bandage covering his nose and looked horrified seeing Sean enter. He slid out of his chair and down under the desk. "I didn't tell anyone I swear to God!" He called out from his hiding spot. "Good to know, but not why I'm here so come on out" Sean said taking a seat across the desk. The photographer peeked his head up. "Then why are you here?" He said climbing back up in his chair never taking his eyes of the dangerous star that sat across from him. "Need all the information you have on that girl from the picture, address, phone number whatever you got" Sean said resting his ankle on his knee and leaning back in the chair. "Why would I help you, your friend broke my fucking nose! You're nothing but a street thug in an actor's costume!" He said shaking his head at Sean "Well I could jump over this table break every bone in your body 27 seconds flat but I'm feeling kinda lazy today so here's a grand for the info" He said throwing the roll of bills on the desk. The artist looked at and thought it better to just hand over what he had. He flipped through his address book and jotted down hers. "Here but I don't know why u people are wasting your time finding that junkie. It wouldn't surprise me if she's dead in a gutter already she was running on borrowed time a month ago when I took the pics" He said sliding the number across the desk. Sean stuffed it into his pocket and left the office heading straight for Normans place.

He slid his key into the lock without knocking knowing Norman probably wouldn't answer any way. He was shocked at the state the house was in it looked like a tornado had went through the normally spotless environment. "Reedus where are you?" He called out. "Go away!" He heard Norman shout from his studio. He found Norman sitting in the middle of a floor scattered with pictures he had gotten the negatives developed and now they surrounded him. Her life laid out in black and white. Along with multiple empty bottles of Jack and beer cans. He was staring at the print that he had bought as if it held all the answers to the world's questions. Sean tip toed over the pic's and sat down next to Norman pulling the bottle he was clutching out of his hand and taking a swig. "Man you smell like shit" Sean said glancing at the pictures spread all over the floor. Pictures of a sad life, some she was stripping some she was passed out with a needle still lodged in her arm, others where just random shots of her scars, protruding bones, and disheveled hair. Pics of her face all told the tale of a hard life lead. Her eye's where haunting and gave Sean a shiver up his spine. Sean sat there not saying a word just waiting. "She wasn't always like this man, she was beautiful probably the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. She was my world for a moment in time." Sean listened glancing down at a stack of pictures Norman was clutching in his hand they were in color un like the others. Sean slipped them out of his zoned friend's fingers and began flipping through them. They were snap shots of a girl smiling brightly holding on to Norman. As he moved from picture to picture he saw a younger happier Norman one with a light in his eye's Sean had never seen before. "I met her on the sidewalk she was selling her paintings and they were incredible, we just clicked dude like on every single level. She was 18 and I was 27. She had just came to N.Y. from this shit hole in Kentucky wanted to be an artist spend her day's creating. I fell in love with her the very moment I saw her I followed her around like a damn puppy man till finally she agreed to go out with me. I asked her to move in with me on are first date and she did , I was crazy about the girl." Norman stopped to grab the bottle back from his friend. "She was a virgin man made me wait 6 months to touch her. It was worth it though she was the kind of girl you would wait a lifetime for. We spent every second together we could I was getting acting gigs here and there and she was working at a diner downtown and selling her art on the side. I tried to get her to quit but she wanted to bring in her own money. Then she got pregnant and I was so fucking happy, I had my girl and I was gonna have something we both made. Dude it was heaven, everything was all planed out our whole life was coming together." Sean flipped to the next picture and saw her standing holding a small little baby bump smiling trying to block the picture from being taken. "I was supposed to pick her up that night but I had gone out with this producer who wanted me to look at his script before I knew it, it was last call. I got a cab home expecting her to be asleep in our bed but she wasn't there all I found was a message on the answering machine from the hospital. Turns out she had tried to walk home, she never made it, some sick fucks grabbed her up drug her down a back ally, cut her up real bad took turns raping and beating her before they slit her throat and left her to bleed out. She didn't though she managed to crawl out to the street and flag someone down. All because I was out getting drunk and not where I should have been" Norman took a pained swig out of the bottle. Sean's heart was broken for the pain in his friend's voice. He couldn't believe Norman had never told him this after all the shit hey had been through and all the late night talks they had had. He couldn't believe his best friend had been holding all this in all these years.