Shayna asks Jonah to come to her room and bring a camera. Excited that his sister has taken an interest in his hobby, he brings not one, not two, but an armful of cameras, which is approx. six, plus one tiny Baby Brownie he could fit in his shirt pocket. Exuberantly, he explains what each camera is best at, what lenses do what for different sorts of lighting and film situations, and just as he’s about to finish the third explanation, Shayna picks up a camera, and takes a photo of him. A photo of Jonah looking quite miffed that she didn’t even listen to his lecture, as is evident by her improper technique. “Wot’d yeh even want the bloody camera for?” He asks, hurt that she wasn’t becoming a photography fanatic just like him. Shayna points to a wall of photographs. Photographs of herself and Jonah’s twin brother, their parents, the sheep farm back in Australia, etc. All taken by Jonah. All excluding Jonah. “Somethin’s missin’, in’it?” She says simply, and after a bit of scrutinizing, Jonah’s face softens. Yes, something was missing. “Oi’ll troi an’ get it developed… in a few days.”