Chronic interrupted Barry's stare. "Time travelin'?"
  "What did you say?" asked Barry.
  Chronic leaned back and sucked with closed eyes on the fatty. He inhaled after, and held his breath for what seemed like an hour. "That look in her eye. She's been doing that most all her life. Goes away. Goes back. In her head. Gets the pictures out, dusts 'em off. Looks into 'em, she's there."
  "She looks at pictures?" Barry asked, grabbing an ivy-covered railing to steady himself.
  "They aren't real pictures. 1941! She thinks that was her honeymoon on Oahu. Ha! Time's gone for her. Ha!"