It was in the bottom of a box from long ago. Back when her hair was cropped short and she liked it that way. Back when she had transferred from Pleasantville Catholic her senior year to Pleasantville High. She's in the middle, something rare in most of the pictures from that time. Tommy's on her right, grinning from ear to ear like he's won the lotto. It's easy to see this picture was taken sometime when they were dating. He never smiled like that when they were 'just friends'. He's wearing the famous 1985 Eagles' jersey from what can be seen and there's no hint, no trace that Tommy is the mysterious 'Pleasantville Werewolf'. No bared, drooling fangs, no glowing eyes. Merton's on the left, also grinning, though his always seems to look more mischievous than anything and it's hard to tell by glancing at the picture what he's thinking. Perhaps he's figured out how to possibly cure Tommy or maybe he has a new ancient tome in his collection of well worn books. Or maybe it's just a smile for them surviving another monster, possibly something that wanted to kill him most of all. The picture is worn and frayed at the edges, from being clutched too often and too hard. Parts are faded too, from the tears she's spilled onto it from missing that part of her life. And yet their faces are clear, perfectly in focus. No red dots making their eyes look demonic, no blur hidden in the background (That Merton would most surely claim as a ghost, swiftly looking up spirit photography on the internet). Those happy teenage faces have stood the test of time, to always remind her what the three of them had.
