As he gets closer, he can really feel himself becoming engrossed in the moment. More than is physically possible, in fact, as the background noises have now faded completely and are replaced by the sounds of nature.

In the picture, Max and her friend are walking. Actually moving! The picture is moving. Pictures are not supposed to do that, are they?

They're each walking on a rail, hands held out for balance. Max's friend's voice cuts in. "I can't believe you basically gave him my gun. 'Here you go, Frank!'" She sounds upset.

Max, likewise, sounds exasperated. Tired of this argument. "You can't keep getting mad at me. Especially for stupid shit." She lowers her arms for a moment, before realizing she really does need them up for balance.

"I'm not mad," her friend insists. "It adds up in my mind as people letting me down. And I just liked having that gun, man."

Max looks over. She just looks at her friend for a second, but then she takes her hand. For a few moments, they simply walk like that, holding hands. Silent. Until Max speaks. "Now you have me to protect you."

The picture stops there. It's the same shot of them holding hands as the photograph initially showed. The background noises rush back in, filling the void of silence.

...That was weird, wasn't it?