InsaneJournal

Mary was fortunate enough to be blessed with a box of photographs from home. It was as if whatever force had brought her here knew that her family was important to her and that she would be lost if she couldn't see them. Pictures weren't the same as talking to them, but they were better than nothing.

Usually when she felt homesick, she pulled out the box and sat in her room to look at them. Today, since Jadzia was off doing whatever she did, Mary had brought the box out to the table in the common area, where she sat looking through them while drinking a cup of tea. Most of the pictures were still in the box, though two were sitting on the table: one of Mary with her son and one from her wedding day.

A sudden knock on the door startled her and she got up to answer it. After the door slid open and she noticed that it was Lucifer on the other side, she gave a little sigh. She still didn't quite know how to feel about him. "Hello, Mr. Morningstar. May I help you?"