The layout to his house was much different to ours, when you walked into his house it was immediately in the living room. Not that I could see much of the living room, it was full of papers, photos and scraps of paper. I walk forward and pick up a photo that was laying on the floor, it was of our group smiling at the lake, but someone had been cut out. I look away from that photo and find where the face had gone, on his main wall stood millions of photos of Justin's face and Justin stuck on the wall.

"I guess someone's been playing arts and crafts"...