Secrets. Precious secrets, I hold you in my hands. How I have longed for you to tell me what I desire. I hold you to the light to see what the light reveals, the all-knowing entity that can answer my questions.

I stare and wonder. Wonder and I stare. I can not comprehend what I am seeing. I crumple the roll film and discard it in disgust. How could this be? I wanted answers, not more questions.

I checked another roll, and another roll, but all the same. All rolls were contaminated with his face, the face of Ryan Lindsey, he should I not

name.