You walk further up the hallway, and take a left at the first chance you get. Another left takes you right to a dead end, with a pile of boxes and trash greeting you.
ISSAC
Y'know, if this place wasn't, like, haunted to shit, I'd totally love actually breaking in here and digging through this stuff.
BONNIE
Please, just stick to dumpsters.
Among the papers scattered on the ground, something catches your eye.
KLAIR
Hey, hold on. What's this?
It looks like a little booklet of some kind. There's a page with a small photo too worn by time to make out, and some smudged writing. There's French script on the front.
ISSAC
That's a fucking passport, Klair.
KLAIR
...I literally knew that, dude.
BONNIE
May I see?
Bonnie takes the passport from you and inspects it.
BONNIE
It's from 1926. I can't find any name, though. Sorry.
ISSAC
It's probably Nick's, right?
BAI
Probably!
KLAIR
So... he's French?
BONNIE
Seems like it!
ISSAC
Cool. A gay Frenchie who lost his boyfriend in World War Two. Can we move?