[She holds hers between her hands, playing with it.] I dunno. I mean, it can only be so bad - right?
I'll go? [Unless he wants to go first; she pokes and prods to see how to get it going. She's actually a bit surprised when it does start to play; a flash of color of a bedroom full of posters, computer parts and sports equipment. A dog is curled up alone on the bed and almost instinctively to that - Rebecca stiffens. Chest held in a vice, her breath is shaky until the door to the room bursts open wider with a notably younger Rebecca tossing down a bag and reuniting with her pooch, who is all tail wags and whimpers.
She would've been okay to see the sad faces of her parents, old friends and relationships - they could rationalize her disappearance, maybe. But her dog would just never have understood. Even as the footage goes on, Rebecca's no longer watching, wiping at her eyes.]