Childhood doings.

So um.  There's this house.  Or bunker/tour-headquarters.  Salvio and I aren't entirely sure.  Whatever it is, it's been out of use for years - the calendar on the wall says 1999.  It was all boarded up and everything.  We had just about given up on getting in when Salvio started pulling up on another window - and it creaked!  So I helped him shove it up, and we climbed inside.  It was a bit dirty - dusty, with piles of bird poop everywhere, and pieces of broken ceramic with the name of the local police department on them.  We've decided that we're going to just put everything like that in one room and ignore it, and clean up the rest.  Because of course, we're coming back.  How could we not?