Tegan sniffed, and nodded, scrubbing her wrist across her eyes once again. "I... yeah." She stood, slowly, walking to her closet. She was drained. Again, already. She reached, eyes on the top shelf, pushing up onto her tip toes. With a soft noise, she grabbed a shoebox, and pulled it down, turning to bend and collect the pages closest to her. Hot glue would work. She passed the pages silently to Roe, before opening the box, and removing the gun to plug into the wall. She set it down, almost mechanically, before moving to collect the rest of the pages. They'd managed to go everywhere, under the bed, under her dresser, one even had gone right across the room from under her bed.<br/><br/>"There," She said softly, offering Roe all of the pages she'd gathered. "I think that's them all..."