My, my, that sure is nice. That year isn't too far from mine...about 18 years. She must be a baby where I'm from!

[She flips through it a little more until she finds what she's looking for. In between the pages...a folded note. Syo lifts it up and shows it to him - though doesn't move anywhere near to letting him have it.]

She left this to you. Do you want it? I'll even give you the journal too.

[Her free hand still resting on the table, grips something tightly. Just in case he tries to rush up to her...]