[As if Catherine needed another reason to be bitter and completely pissed off at life, there's this. Expecting nothing of this place yet, she's unpleasantly surprised to see these pictures. Though she looks much younger in the shots, they are quite obviously her. She raises her hand to touch one of them, the one of herself and Jacob, spreading her fingers to cover the thing before ripping it down and stashing it in her pocket. But soon she spies the one of Miranda, and everything inside of her seems a little heavier, a little less meaningful. Grief was a funny thing, something that hit you when you least expected it, and yes, she blinks away a tear or two, carefully ignoring anyone who might pass by.
This one she wants to keep intact, so she slowly begins to try to remove it without any damage.
Then she spies a third. John. And that hurts almost as much Had she failed him, or had they all failed her? Well, wasn't it six of one, half a dozen of the other?]