*I look up again* Thank you. As for what happened to her... I... *I take a knife and gently slide it across the table* You can... Figure out the rest... *I look down, then I look up again, and stare at you* Can you... take the picture, Zara. Please? I kept it because it reminded me of the time before all this... but I want you to have it. She's... gone, now, but you're still here. Maybe, one day, you can give it back to me. For now... think of it as... A family portrait. Can you do this for me? *My eyes widen*