Yesterday morning I was thinking when it came to me
Like picking up the pieces of some shattered pottery
I wondered 'what the heck is this?' and some blood dripped from my fingertips
So different from what it had been, it cut me by surprise
Alfred was cleaning out his storage room after around 100 years without it being touched. It wasn't usually a daily basis for him to clean up that small, cramped-up room anyway, so when he felt like it, he would go for it. But it would definitely end up with him not being able to clean up anything anyway.
He was dusting the shelves that were lined with old toys and antique pistols, and some half-filled jars that contained some kind of weird substance that most likely Tony had created, and probably stored in here because he didn't have any more space in his room-slash-laboratory. Being the carefree person he is, as he was dusting the dirt-crusted jars, he accidentally hit something next to one of the empty jars, and it fell to the ground.
Before he went outside to get a broom and dustpan, he crouched down to the ground and took a closer look at the object that fell.
Apparently, the said object that fell was also made of glass, and was apparently a picture frame. He jerked his hand the moment he took hold of the said object. The glass of the picture frame had shattered into even smaller pieces, as a red liquid had stained some parts of the glass and a small drop of blood had stained the picture.
Alfred groaned as though the pain was bearable, and slipped the picture out from its frame.
He let out a small gasp, and felt extremely guilty.
It was a picture of…