<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4080FF">"I'm fine, yeah..."</span><br/><br/>The stairs creaked loudly under them as they ascended. Alannah could faintly her Jill clattering around in the kitchen with plates and pans. She felt even guiltier that she had not stayed to help. The couple walked in complete silence down the narrow hall and towards the attic.<br/><br/>It was just as dusty as Alannah remembered it. She clasped her hand over her mouth to unsuccessfully stifle a sneeze. Undoubtedly, there <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> a lot of memories in here, but the mermaid was really hoping that Dimitri was going to explain, rather than just sift through old photo albums.<br/><br/>An old cowboy hat sat atop a cardboard box. Alannah brushed it aside without a second thought and took its place. She rested her elbows on her knees, folded her hands in front of her, and took a deep breath she immediately regretted.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"So,"</span> she coughed, sending veritable clouds of dust flying around in the stuffy air. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Whaddya wanna show me?"</span></div>