What vacation photos would Frank like? The dog and deer, probably. She can focus on those subjects and slip him into the background of a few shots. One or two of those she might keep for a while. Her memory will suffice to preserve actually significant moments. Jess is painfully aware that that does jack shit to protect them but still thinks it a practical habit, barring exceptional circumstances.

Jess ducks her chin as the breeze picks up, turning her shoulder into the wind so that it might glance off. Hair buffets across the exposed half of her face, catching on her dry lips and lashes. It settles with the wind and she pulls it back behind her ear. She plucks the last loose strands free as their steps slow. Her brows perk inquisitively -- Are they thinking the same thing?

It looks like it, though it changes from Time to head back to inviting nothingness. She cups his face, cold skin to cold skin, refusing to let him go for a long moment. A shallow, warm kiss, Jess repeats it on his lips once it ends, then relents. She takes it upon herself to start them back the way they came, still close at his side. Rocky trots at their heels, reluctant to conclude the adventure.