Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.

Taylor Markham," said Raffaela, "I'm going to say a prayer for you." And although I wanted to mock her and explain I didn't believe in anything or anyone, I realised that no one had ever prayed for me before. So I let her.

But you pashed Jonah Griggs and he's the leader of the enemy.

You go shake your foundations, Will. I think it's about time I saved myself.

Just ask how I'm feeling, I want to say. Just ask and I may tell you. But no one does.

What's with what you're wearing?" Griggs asks while we stand outside waiting for the others. "It's pretty hideous, isn't it?" I say. "Don't force me to look at it," he says. "It's see-through." That kills conversation for a couple of seconds.

My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.