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Once that's settled, head to the mall.

Leia

You arrive at Jimmy's address.  It's an apartment complex.  After some looking, you find the right building and address.

When you knock on the door, Jimmy answers it.  "Hey, Leia.  Find the place OK?  Come on in, make yourself at home."

The apartment is a bit of a mess.  There's a small living room, kitchen, bathroom, and three closed doors you assume are bedrooms and... something.

Leia

"Uh, well, yeah.  You can ask.  But, uh...  We don't normally... keep much stuff around.  With dad's job and me being... kinda inept at cooking, we eat out a lot and... yeah."  Jimmy scratches the back of his head sheepishly.  He goes to look around the kitchen.  "We might have some leftovers or, uh...  Oh, here we go.  Cereal OK?  And... oh, yeah, no, that milk's really expired."

Leia

Jimmy pours you some cereal while you look around.  The house isn't exactly a mess, but it's not really clean.  There's no piles of trash or unwashed dishes or anything, but it hasn't had a good dusting in a while, either.

(Also you're going to have to remind me what pictures you're here to see)

Leia

"So, uh...  Anything you particularly want to see?  I've got the stuff from the art festival developing now.  And some other shots from people in the park.  Beach.  School.  Mall," Jimmy says.  "People, animals, plants... other stuff..."

Leia

"I only just finished the negatives this morning.  Like right before you called.  So I haven't printed them yet," Jimmy explains.  He points to one of the closed doors.  "The negatives are in my dark room."

Leia

"I guess? Make sure you don't have anything that makes light on you, though. Like a... some people have their cell phones flash when they get a message or whatever. I lost a good batch of photos like that once..." Jimmy says.

He leads you over to the door, turns out the hallway light, and leads you inside. The room is little more than a closet with a few shelves, illuminated by an eerie red bulb. The shelves are lined with chemicals and contraptions you don't recognize, as well as a few open cameras and strips of film. Some pieces were clearly recently used, and a few strips of negatives are hanging and drying. The room is uncomfortably small, and, with Jimmy in here as well, you barely have room to move.