Peter felt a stab of fear and trepidation at losing that original video file; his family was there, whole, together. He could hear their voices, see the blurrier video and the close ups. His Dad had been laughing all night and nothing had ever felt better. But he had to trust Miguel and Lyla, that nothing would happen to his footage, so he agreed and left her to it.
He was almost glad that Miguel had pulled his attention away from the video and to his own photos. "Woah, you weren't kidding about the tall blue thing, were you? He's huuuuge." He said, looking over at the photo. "How is he her uncle? Is he a blood relative?"