He flashed Finn a hard look, but reached out and took the phone. He stared at it for a long minute, and then tapped the screen to pull up another picture.

Then another.

Then another.

The anger disappeared from his face, but the dismay left in its wake was hardly better. After a long moment he finally just lowered himself down to sit on the curb of the road, flicking through pictures of a life he couldn't even remember.

"... This... Two and a half years?"