Drawing was your sanctuary. Your hobby outside the chaos and troubles that life brought. You drew your likes - animals, nature, movie characters, memories. anything that brought you joy in life you drew in your sketchbook.

One day you were at a dinner with the crew, sitting next to Curly. You had to leave for a few moments leaving your sketchbook unattended. Curly pulled it across to his area of desk and flicked through the many sketches before turning to several pages that only had him sketched onto.