"Of course. that's what I said wasn't it?" She moved to another box, filled with papers and shut it disdainfully. "Moving on." She kept going, picking through jewelry and other such items until she came to one that contained a set of dog tags. She picked them up, turning them over in her hands and examining the name.<br/><br/>"Marcus P. Dredger...Hey, I knew that guy." She'd gone to high school with her. "Moved away shortly after graduation and joined the Marines." She'd always liked him in school. Never told anyone. She pushed the tags into her pocket and moved on. Reaching into the next box she found an old six shooter, in wonderful condition.<br/><br/>"This is nice..."She turned it around in her hand smiling. "You want?"