"Can I keep this, Mr. Hanson?" Jin asked, looking up from the cardboard box he was scavenging through to find a stoic face that hovering above him.

"Why that of all things?" Mr. Hanson asked, peeking at the box from behind. His face was covered in wrinkles, and permanently stuck in a blank expression.

Jin pushed away the dirty blonde hair that clung to his sweaty face. The vibrant pink bedroom had become unbearably hot from the burning sun outside. It was shining through the window so brightly he felt like it was mocking him and his grief.

Jin sat up with a stone statue in his hands. The statue was of a girl. It ran the length of his forearm, and was made of white marble. She was positioned as if she was preparing for battle; one knee was on the ground, while one hand was holding her up.

"It's tall and wide nose. It's small puckered lips," Jin's voice unintentionally lowered to a whisper as she tried to choke out the words, "The statue reminds me of Jamie."