Mitchell had followed her silently, takin in every room he was shown. How often had he climbed the steps? How often drank coffee in the kitchen? It was like being told the life of a stranger. Carefully, he stepped into his room and glanced around. His eyes stopped at every picture, taking in his face next to Annie's. He picked up the one next to the bed and absentmindedly sat down beside her. This was good, this was real. He hadn't doubted her but seeing himself so happy next to her.
"We seem like a good couple," he said, looking up with a slight smile. "How long have we been together?"