I looked over when I heard the click of his camera, rolling my eyes at the sight of it pointed toward me. "Don't you have anything better to capture?" I grinned, careful to not touch the lens as I gently pushed it in another direction. I was flattered by slightly embarrassed, unsure how to handle the attention. My heart still flutters every time I'm the focus of his art like that.

At Peter's question I stared at him in surprise, getting up and putting my hands in my pockets. "I didn't think you'd care but yes, actually." Most wouldn't. "My great, great...too many greats to count grand parents before the rest of my family started being buried at the larger modern cemetery. I think there's another relative somewhere in here, but I can't keep up with it. Anyway it's the last name Sheppard over there, died in the early 1920s. My mother has pictures of them. We like to keep that kind of thing," I explained, knowing I must sound boring at this point. How many people honestly cared about the history?

And then...I lost him. It was humorous to watch, really, how engrossed Peter got in his work. It was as if he'd entered another world, making me want to take a picture of him taking a picture. The passion in those eyes as they searched for the right spot to stand, the correct angle to shoot at. He was quiet...that is until safety was mentioned.

I let him pretend he could keep me out for a moment, not wanting to disturb him. Eventually, however, the doors creaked as I stepped inside, shutting it behind me. "You're kidding if you think I'm letting you go anywhere without me," I said frankly, shaking my head with my hands at my hips. "I don't care if you walk right into the mouth of a bear's cave for your picture, I'm coming along. Got it?" I didn't like the idea of him making a discovery without me there, and waiting outside was no fun at all.

"Wow." My voice traveled through the dust filled air, bouncing off the paint chipped walls. "This is beautiful, isn't it?" I slowly walked over to stand next to Peter, wrapping my arms around myself. For some reason how empty and quiet the building was within made me feel lonely. I was silent for a bit, not wanting to bother this "mode" he seemed to slip into. "What are you thinking about?" I finally had to ask.