Thomas's (pov)

As I returned home, I heard a peaceful chorus sweep it's way through the house. I made my way into the living room to see Patton and Virgil just sitting on the couch, talking about nothing in particular whilst Frank Sinatra played from the radio. "Hey guuughosts. Guy ghosts." Welp. There goes that friendship. Patton merely chuckled at my hello. "Hey kiddo!" He said waving enthusiastically. I nodded in return a small yawn passing my lips.

"Oh your back." I looked up to the stairs as Logan made his way down. "Well I do live here." He shrugged "Debatable. However, living arrangements must wait. Would you please come with me?" I shrugged as a response. Throwing off my jacket and following him up the stairs.

Once in the office, or Logan's room I guess, he threw a photo down on the table. "Does this mean anything to you?" He asked. I walked over to the desk looking down at the picture.

It was a picture in what he was currently wearing, presumably the day he died. He seemed to be smiling brightly as though the picture was took mid-laugh. As well as this he was dancing with another person, wearing a suit? "I thought guys weren't allowed to dance with other guys back then?" He picked up the image looking to it inquisitively. "We weren't. Yet here I am. I don't even remember smiling like that on my wedding day." I took the picture from his hands trying to look at the other man when I realised there was a large hole ripped in the picture where his face should be. "Ok. So why are you asking me about this?" He sighed seemingly annoyed. "Do you have absolutely no connection to this?" I shrugged. "I might. Me and the other guy could be ancestors or something." He took the image off me not bothering to look me in the eye. "Thanks anyway." He muttered. I nodded making my way out the office.

That was weird right?