"Come on," you insist. "We might find some cool stuff!"
Your best mate, Joe, rolls his eyes. "Like what, some finger paintings?"
You shrug. "We've got nothing better to do, and it's not like the cops will care."
Finally, Joe concedes and the two of you climb through the smashed window of the second floor. The inside of the abandoned photo gallery was dimly lit and empty. Most of the walls had large, discoloured rectangles where portraits used to hang.
"See, this place is barren, empty, useless." Joe complained.
You're about to agree with him when something catches your eye. It is a thin sliver of light peeking out from under what looks to be some kind of blast door.
"What do you suppose is in there?" You ask.
The door was thick, and looked as though it would survive a nuclear war. Whatever was in that room, it was clearly meant to stay in there. There's no way you would be able to open that door without some kind of heavy artillery, but there was a ventilation shaft with its cover missing just above it.
"Hey Joe, your small. Climb through that vent."
"You wish buddy." Joe snorts.
"What, are you afraid of a few cobwebs? Oh, and there may even be a spider in there." You grin, knowing his pride will now force him to try it. Walking off grumbling, Joe disappears into the vent, and reappears twenty minutes later dusty ad dishevelled, and holding nothing but an old fashioned camera.
"What a waste of time." Joe mumbled. "I only grabbed this cause I think I might be able to sell it on ebay."
You shrug. "It was exciting for a while though, right?"
"Whatever. I'm going home. See ya tomorrow."
You stare at Joe as he walks off with a thoughtful look on his face. That wasn't like him. Shrugging it off like you do to most things, you decide that you should head home as well.