Dan spotted a backpack in the corner, one that he'd used to keep his learn-to-read books from the library down in Sidewinder in. He crossed the room and lifted it, and it was pretty much empty. And it was his backpack, so it wasn't like he was stealing it, right? He then went through the things in his room - he left his comics and his coloring books, but found a couple of pictures that his mom or dad had drawn for him to color in. They went in the backpack along with a couple of his toy cars, and that was enough from his room.
Back out in the living room area, he went over to a couple of photographs he vaguely remembered. One was of his mom and dad not long after they'd gotten married, and one was of the three of them outside the apartment in Boulder. Dan was sitting on his dad's shoulders, and Jack had one hand holding his ankle and the other arm round his mom's shoulders. Everyone was grinning at the camera, and he couldn't help but smile back. They were put into the backpack, and then Dan went into his mom and dad's room. He instantly grabbed the knitted throw on the bed and then went over to the wardrobe where he remembered his mom putting her photo album. The idea of taking some of his parents' clothes flickered through his mind, but he decided against it very quickly. The photo album was put in the backpack, but the throw was too big and bulky to fit, so he folded it up and kept a hold of it.
Then he went into the room his dad had set up as an office. He wanted the play. He wanted that more than anything. It was in a folder on top of the desk, all typed out on the same paper as the drawings he'd lifted from his room earlier. It got put into the backpack between the photo album and the drawings, and then the bag was closed up and slung over his shoulder. After that, he glanced round the room. There were a couple of boxes on a sideboard, so he went over and looked through them. One was just reams of blank paper, obviously for the typewriter, but the other was more of his dad's writing, hand-written and typed. Snippets of dialog, scenes to flesh out later, all kinds of things that might have become stories and plays in their own right later on. Dan was keeping that. He put the throw on top of that box, lifted them both and then went out to where Bryn was standing waiting. He glanced at the thing in her hand - braids of hair - and then thought at her.
(thank you) he said, and then after a short pause, (your children?)