Cave stopped. It's the best description available. He didn't move, he didn't breathe. For several seconds, time stopped for Cave Johnson. Were his eyes glassy? No way no how. Not a manly man like Cave Johnson.

Slowly, he began moving again, going through the album, and reliving what surely were the happiest times he could ever recall in his life. The check he could care less about; sweet a gesture as it was; but the album would be treasured forever and always.

He read the letter over and over, unease growing. Why would she feel a need to leave him anything? She almost sounded like she was planning on dying. He'd hoped she wasn't doing anything drastic.

"Jenny. Where did Caroline give this to you?"