[Was that...a photograph? There was suddenly a pit of dread sinking in, even without seeing what was on it yet. A few possibilities came to mind and none of them were good.]
...What is that?
[Was the only thing he could muster. Perhaps a little too instinctively by mistake.]
no subject
...What is that?
[Was the only thing he could muster. Perhaps a little too instinctively by mistake.]