by Rick Ferguson » Thu Apr 12, 2012 1:24 pm
"No, not much, besides some photos on a memory stick."
Rick looked over the photo. It was a shot of the family, roughly arranged in a row, with an old stone house and a tree in the background. "That was me," he said, indicating a flaxen-haired little boy. "I think this was the only time I had ever seen Noah until I got in touch with him after my mutation showed up." Rick's uncle almost looked Rick and Marcus's age in that picture, or at least not far from it. "And that's the grandpa I was talking about. Andrew Ferguson." The older gentleman was in the center of the picture with his wife. Even though it was supposed to be a happy photo of a (seemingly rare) family gathering, the expression on the older fellow's face was sober and serious. It gave the impression of sadness rather than anger. Mrs. Ferguson's arm was entwined with his, and though she was smiling, the expression still somehow looked weary.