"Better," she said, tucking her arm into his. "Let’s go find a better backdrop. I hear the bridge looks like diamonds this time of night."

She showed him the screen. It was a shot of a man who looked like he’d survived a thousand winters and was ready for spring. It wasn't a picture of a young man, but it was the best he’d looked in years. "Send it to me?" he asked.

"Just looking at old blueprints," Elias said, sliding the photo toward her.