"Ayana, what are we going to do?" Mifa asked, as Aiden numbly reached out to hit the stop button, trying to give himself time to digest what he had just seen.
"I'm not sure."
"Not helpful," Mifa said. She attempted to pace but ended up just limping back and forth. "We have to do something. Ayana. We can't let him keep that evidence. I know you said some were okay, but those were practically Polaroid-perfect shots of us."
"Well we can't very well lift it from the apartment either now, can we?" Ayana replied.
"Don't suppose we can plead reason with him, huh?"
"You see what he is like after seeing five minutes of footage of ghosts. I don't think he would take very well to us suddenly appearing and flashing badges to confiscate the evidence."
"I think I need sleep," Aiden said hollowly, not realizing that he had an audience. "Sleep would be good."
