"Prepare to be disapponted," Ezra tsked as he pushed himself up to his feet. He padded out of the living room, then emerged a moment later from his bedroom with a photograph in hand.

He flopped back onto the couch, then handed the picture to her. "Here."

It was a picture of the three of them. Ezra, Ava, and Lock, in their early-ish teens. Ava looked awkward, and frail. Lock was practically unrecognizable, all floppy black hair and eyeliner. Trying a little too hard to look like a goth badass. Both of them had a malnourished look about them, Ava in particular.

Meanwhile, Ezra looked practically the same as he did now, just younger. To quote Ava, 'it looked like he was posing with misfits he'd taken pity on'.