[Crystalkitsune85]

She read the message on the screen and nodded "Gotcha." she said and went over to the window to pull off some boxes on top of a smaller wooden trunk. She undid the latch, thankfully it wasn't locked. She pulled open the lid and coughed at the dust that flew out. She waved it away and then saw books. She carefully pulled things out since they were over a hundred years old, meaning they were fragile. She saw what looked to be a journal of sorts and she sat back on her heels and opened it slowly.

"Hey, I think this is yours, a journal. It has your name on the front page," she said seeing his name in black, script lettering. She forgot that pens in that day were used with inkwells and quills and not ball-point. She scanned through some of the entries. "Let's get this one downstairs for better reading. It's too dark up here to see proper." She said setting it aside and then she pulled out the portrait. She looked at the back and the name 'Benjamin -1845'. "Oh, this was painted of you a year before you died. If this painter captured your likeness, you were actually quite good looking," she stated. She placed that on top of the book and then found the sealed envelope. "Wonder what this is." she said mostly to herself and saw it still sealed. "hmmm well let's start with this stuff at least," she said and moved over to her laptop to see if he responded to any of her comments.