She didn't really want to go here. This was Tony's room. He was gone now of course so it was nobodies room. So she can't be mad about someone using it.

She is of course. But she's also intrigued. The words on the door were strange and she wasn't sure she wanted to share any more memories with anyone ever.

But she went into the room anyways looking around at the ink with a wrinkle of nose.

No one is here though, she looks around. Taking in the strange empty space. There are too many memories in this room and she hates them all.

Whoever had set this up had made a mess. She went over to the ink spill, wondering how they had managed to get ink here.

But she could hear... it sounded like bubbles. That was weird. She reached out to poke the ink on the cabinet.