Uh huh. All of us when we get are gifts, Casita makes us a bedroom. They're all different.

[He come back, nudging that door open a little wider with one shoulder and a wooden box in both hands. Not even waiting, he sits on the floor with it and starts digging through. A few different green panes he sets aside with different images until he gets to one close to the bottom-]

Aha! Mira, mira.

[He carefully holds it up to Martin, showing in that same green holographic looking image the same scene Martin's photo had.]

I had this vision when I was nine.