Chris' Point of View.

 

It was very late in the afternoon when I arrived back at Avalon's Daily. The place I hate to be so much. Yes, hate. When I get to my office, I lock the door, walk to my seat, and relax in it. I inhale heavily, draw out my cigarette and lighter, and smoke for a few minutes before I open my desk drawer and take out an envelope containing information and pictures.

 

These are pictures and other information that I have managed to gather over the years since Bryce... 

 

His face suddenly flashes in my head, as it does every night. I can see his smile...