Brick and gravel that dated back to prewar was always a source of excitement for him. He pulled out his camera and began snapping photographs of the empty doorway, the broken glass panes and the packed dirt floor. He could practically feel the ghosts as they swirled around him- no one could have survived the blast that this home had been through. Outside, the naked crossbeams of the building next door were bathed in sunlight and dust, giving them an eerie copper glow, like blood that had been left to dry. A chill coursed through him at the thought and he began to pack his gear.