[hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/23e2c2e02a7e496345c514640d5cc393/tumblr_mucxwyECoW1qcj7k0o4_250.gif[/img][hr][color=99ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building ---> 3932 Chicago Heights[/center][hr][hr]	Iris flipped through the photo album and the scrapbook album. While most of Cynthia's possessions seemed to be a bit odd, belonging to a little girl rather than a fully grown adult, it was the photos that struck her as curious. Cynthia and her mother were to be expected, but the man in the photograph? Maybe a grandfather, maybe a great-uncle, who knew? But it struck Iris as important and she slipped the photo albums into her own bag, leaving the rest of Cynthia's things in a cabinet by her desk. 

	Gathering up the rest of her things, Iris headed out of the asylum, feeling the weight of the photo album in her bag. Tomorrow, she could try to use a Google image search on the man in the photograph, as well as pass it onto the FBI agent. They likely had more sophisticated processes at identifying individuals. The more information they knew about Cynthia's family, Iris felt, the clearer idea they'd have of what to do. 

	She hailed a cab to take her home, musing to herself over the events of the day during the entire trip. By the time she got to her place in the Chicago Heights, she was thoroughly exhausted and hungry. Yet she didn't feel much like cooking and instead grabbed an aero bar from the cupboard, munching on it as she went about her nighttime routine, before finally falling asleep in her bed, her bag leaning against her nightstand and her phone charging.