They made it to their third favorite place in the world, The Pawn Shop. It was a small little building crammed between two tremendous superstores. The two apex predators made the little shop reside in an alleyway. It was honestly a shock it was still in business. Siva and Art jokingly convince themselves that they are the only reason the shack of a shop is still in business, which probably wasn't too far off.
"Hey Mr. BP!" Siva shouts bursting into the establishment with her arms spread, almost letting the door slam into her sister as she walks in behind her.
"If it ain't my favorite customers, PB and J!" The old man exclaims, raising his arms in the air with something that caught Siva's eye immediately. Film for a Polaroid camera glistened in his hands like jewels.
"Is that what I think it is!" Siva asked as she rushed to the counter, almost flinging herself over it.
"Yes, my dear indeed it is! I had to scrounge to the ends of the Earth to find it. I even dabbled into that internet stuff you kids recommended me. I found your camera from a guy in Eng-"
"My camera?" Siva asked, almost in a shout.
"Indeed, my dear, it's right over ther-" Before the Old man could finish his sentence a crash sounded near the direction he was pointing. He glanced passed shelves to reveal a still Art. She was breathing hard as she mouthed something to herself. Art was frozen in a trance-like state until Siva got closer. Siva noticed her sister was standing over the remains of a camera she just knew was the one she'd been dreaming of. As she approached Art, she could make out what her mumbles were.
She realized Art was apologizing.
