[The hallway is supposed to be small, but it's been tinkered with so that there are two extra doors in an expanded space that Iona made herself. The walls are surprisingly sparse aside from the lights on the ceiling.
What sticks out is a color photograph, of two people, a husband and wife, and two children, smiling at the camera; the background behind them is at a rose garden which frames and captures the happiness of this family. The father sports glasses and has a twinkle in his eye. His wife rests her head on his shoulder and shares the same warm brown eyes as Iona. The young boy is in his teens, stands tall and stern and standing on his feet, a girl with wild unruly hair shows off a toothy smile and grass stained jeans. It was a memory that now adorns the wall of the mostly blank walls and it was right next to...
Iona sticks her head out of her bedroom door.]
Oh, finally going to bed? If you need anything, you can wake me up, but Oren's there too.
[Well, she got over that silly flirting argument at least.]
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What sticks out is a color photograph, of two people, a husband and wife, and two children, smiling at the camera; the background behind them is at a rose garden which frames and captures the happiness of this family. The father sports glasses and has a twinkle in his eye. His wife rests her head on his shoulder and shares the same warm brown eyes as Iona. The young boy is in his teens, stands tall and stern and standing on his feet, a girl with wild unruly hair shows off a toothy smile and grass stained jeans. It was a memory that now adorns the wall of the mostly blank walls and it was right next to...
Iona sticks her head out of her bedroom door.]
Oh, finally going to bed? If you need anything, you can wake me up, but Oren's there too.
[Well, she got over that silly
flirtingargument at least.]