[ He makes his way up the stairs and down the hallway. The first bedroom they pass is his own, still full of easels, paintings, papers and the like scattered about.
The second bedroom he walks into, and it's almost as empty as if no one had ever moved in. Almost, except for a couple of sparse piles of paper neatly organized on the desk. Joshua walks over and picks up a piece of paper sitting on its own, then hands it over to her without a word. ]
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The second bedroom he walks into, and it's almost as empty as if no one had ever moved in. Almost, except for a couple of sparse piles of paper neatly organized on the desk. Joshua walks over and picks up a piece of paper sitting on its own, then hands it over to her without a word. ]