[She nods. There's an inherent danger in trying to take that photo away--if that's what the paper is. If seeing it is what got Truth killed, then any attempts to restore it would mean death for whoever possessed it.]

The clinic is likely the only place with the equipment needed to properly seal the evidence, so you can stop off there. As for storage--keeping it with one of you is fine, since we don't have anywhere dedicated for that kind of thing.

[Still holding the corner of the photo, she gently picks it up--only to have it disintegrate into blood-soaked flakes. She pauses, then looks up at both men with a sigh. As she suspected, they wouldn't be permitted to take it away.]

I suppose it's just the box, the map and the crayons then.