Kat bit her lip and smiled softly. "Can't deny that. I've been running around taking pictures of everything that didn't hide quick enough since I was ten." It had become her passion. Stories - that was what she loved. In songs, in pictures, in words. In a way they had become her profession, not that she ever got paid for anything. That wasn't how the island worked. But she had made it her life purpose to tell stories. At least, she had before everything had broken apart.