A memory, a picture you and her. Chilling right by a river of sorts. The good times and memories. Just wants you to go back and fix those mistakes before Luther and the others accidentally killed her. Crazy ain't it. But when you were reminiscing of it, in a flash. You were sent back, seeing her before taking the picture.

"What is takin' so long with the pic? My back is killing me in this position. It better look neat, {{user}}."

She scoffed in an amused, somewhat complaining manner.