Emi sat, wide eyed and... not [i]alone[/i]? She blinked as she looked around, the familiarity of the run down building around her jogging her memories. She'd been coming in here to take pictures but had gotten attacked by the homeless man that had lived there, unknown to her. All in all, the whole thing was her fault. She shouldn't have gone snooping around. It was always like that for her. 

[i]I see the world through a camera lens and I never feel like I'm actually in it.[/i]

Large brown eyes blinked as the looked around, down at the man who had saved her. He was still passed out in front of her, his arms sprawled out in an odd way. She had to hope he was okay. She pulled out her phone to try and dial 911 but it was dead, broken in her struggle against the hobo. She stood up and paced around a bit, trying to figure out what to do. That was she noticed something glint in the corner of the room. She would have just passed it off as just another piece of broken glass but something about it told her differently. 

She walked over and picked up a pair of pretty scratched up glasses. They weren't broken, but they probably weren't much help anymore. They must belong to that man. She turned to look at him and kind of jumped in surprise when she noticed him moving around, rather blindly. 

[i]I didn't even hear him wake up...[/i]

She walked over cautiously and knelt down next to the man. [b]"It's okay. It's me, the girl you saved? I... found your glasses but..."[/b] She began holding the glass up to him. [b]"...I'm not sure you can use them much anymore."[/b] She was bent down, looking over him, her hair falling over her face as she watched him with a worried expression.