River saw the girl sink to her knees, and advanced towards her. "What's wron-". She was cutt off mid sentence when she saw the painting with the brown hair. No.... She looked at it closer. 

Same brown eyes.
Same black jacket. 
Same white smile. 
Same brown scruffy hair. 

She suddenly realized why the girl was crying. These pictures were memories, moments of all of them. 

"Oh my Gods...," she whispered loudly, stroking the picture before falling to her knees besides the little girl. 

"Oh my Gods!" she exclaimed, streams of silent tears flowing down her cheeks.