Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

He was just trying to find his voice again, to figure out what words to use with this girl when, suddenly, she asked if she could see the picture. His brown eyes widened slightly at this - had she seen herself in it? He was sort of holding it against his side so it wouldn't really show the contents just yet, but it seemed it had caught her interest already.

He opened his mouth, he was just about to reply, when the most blinding of lights and loudest of sounds suddenly covered the whole room, leaving him completely blind and deaf for a long moment, an annoying ringing left in his ears. "Agh..." He squinted as he opened his eyes again, only to find two new people had just arrived - a boy and a girl.

What?! What kind of sick cruel joke was this?! Were people just going to keep popping out of nowhere?! He had a bad feeling these newcomers would probably be just as lost as the rest of the group was, and his suspicions were confirmed as the boy got up and began to ask around how they'd all gotten to this strange place.

He said nothing, though, his mind not really on these newcomers. Instead, he glanced down at the picture he was holding once again, finding his hand shaking just very slightly. Why was he feeling so... reluctant? This was a picture of this girl, yet he felt... he didn't want to give it to her. He wanted to keep it. But, as he read over the words on the back once more, he realized... he can't be that greedy. This had a name, and it had her face... put one and the other together, and chances are that name on the back of the photograph is her name. He couldn't be cruel enough not to tell her her name. But he really didn't want to give up this photograph.

After a few long moments of indecision, he turned his brown eyes back to the blonde girl. "There... there's, um, something... I..." he trailed off. How was he going to explain this? 'Here, look at this picture of you I found. Now, can I have it back?' No, that wouldn't make sense. "Actually, never mind," he decided after another moment of indecision, giving the girl his best attempt at a small, polite smile before moving away, a short distance away from the group, over to the very entrance of the hallway. He glanced down at the picture again, then at the back - T.D.C.? What could that mean? And why on earth was he so reluctant to give that girl her picture? What was wrong with him?! The least he could've done was tell her her name! But... he didn't have any guarantee she'd believe him.

Argh... decisions, decisions.