Eurynome walked down the long, dimly lit corridor and slowly opened the door. It creaked open. He walked into the room. It was empty, apart from a bed, a wardrobe and a desk. Sitting down on the bed, he opened his bag, reached inside, and pulled out an old photograph. Placing it on the desk, he laid back and sighed. On the Photograph was a picture of him and his sister, Mania, laughing in their old bedroom. “Sorry I had to leave you, M.” he said, then jumped off the bed and started to unpack.