Harold knelt beside the scattered glass, his hands shaking as he looked up at Berry's pale, motionless figure. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of Berry's shallow breathing.

"Berry, please sit down," Harold said gently, rising to his feet and guiding her toward one of the chairs.

Berry allowed herself to be led to the chair, but her eyes remained fixed on the broken photograph of Jezza. The image seemed to pull at something deep in her consciousness, ...