"It's more than a camera," she tells him. "But the photos are probably the only thing on it that'll work right now."

Tragically, wi-fi and streaming music stations won't be invented for a few more decades.

She navigates to her folder of photos, and flips to the ones she'd found earlier and marked, then hands him the phone with a smile. On the screen, a younger Sharon smiles up at him, though there's something slightly exasperated in her expression. She wears a white dress and her hair is curled and a corsage blooms at her wrist. "There you go," Sharon-of-now says, amused. "My debut."