Turning the page, Billy's breath caught in his throat as he saw what was indeed a much more cheerful if not infinitely personal image. Lying in bed beside Teddy was something he cherished, and right down to the details of the way Teddy's arms curled as he slept were pictured. Blinking at the image, he didn't even read the text at first, feeling fairly certain that he knew what his image was being kept awake with thoughts about.