[h3]September 4th, 2015: 12 PM[/h3]
Max stared at the wall across the living-room as he tried to make sense of his dream. 'I remember it..' he started, unable to finish Sighing in morbid defeat he repeated himself: 'I remember it, but I can't understand.' He turned his head to Allan (who would now fully appreciate the hangover that haunted poor Max) and said, 'You know you have dreams where you're being followed? It was like that, but nothing was following me. It was empty.' After a short pause he shrugged it off. He lowered his hand to the floor and rubbed his fingers together, calling, 'Hi Bessy!'

[h3]September 4th, 2015: 5:35 PM[/h3]
'It doesn't make sense to me either,' Max claimed. He took the camera back and looked again on the pictures. Cogs in his brain strained to find an answer and in response to Nicki's proposal that this was a "prank" he replied, 'I just bought this memory card - second hand. These pictures were on it.

Max held the camera up to Taisto and showed him the first picture that was on the screen. 'It's just nonsense. It creeps me out but I can't make sense of it.' He grinned faintly and looked back at Nicki, jesting, 'It's like the sort of thing you'd find in a horror movie - a scary picture! What's next? Coordinates to a body? Your body!?'

For a moment Max flicked through the pictures, slumping down on the couch. 'What is this [i][color=6ecff6]house[/color][/i]?' he asked, saying the word "[color=6ecff6]house[/color]" in English as Nicki had said it (although his accent was miles off - Nicki might have heard something more akin to "[color=6ecff6]Howsee[/color]"). 'Does that mean anything to you? In English, I mean.'