That last comment stopped her dead in her tracks. She looked at the stranger with a new spark of curiosity in her eyes. "Who says there isn't a future in photographs? Mister, if there weren't a future in photography I wouldn't have a job. What kind of book would say there isn't a future for photographers? Who are you?" she asked him. Quinn stared at him intently, her tea all but forgotten beside her hand. She reached instinctively for her loose hanging tie and the charm necklace that lay hidden under her shirt beneath it. Photography was her everything now. She didn't even know who she'd be without it.