"I've got tons more, mate."
William smiled. She sat down next to Viola.
"Been making these all my life, all the way down to when I learned how to draw, draw good, that is."
She surfed around in the pile of notebooks.
"Aha, here it is."
She hands the notebook to Viola. It was filled with amateur drawings of the most confusing things, but really, all of the drawings held a memory, or a secret, etc. Everything had a meaning.
"My first one,"
William announced. It was a drawing of a willow tree, with a girl leaning against it. The girl was her. It was about a dream William had.