Barry lifted his head from the drool drenched swatch of Molly's skirt, his head a rave without the Ex.
  "What's the problem, man?" said Tab. "It's fun to screw around with time. You don't believe me? Watch this." Tab pulled a picture of Molly out from his wallet.
  "Where'd you get that?" It was a senior picture with a message to Doug on the back.
  "Found it," said Tab. "Now watch." He stared at the picture and before Barry's eyes it changed to something ghastly: a wrinkled face, long vampy legs in fishnets, a little girl dress. Tab had made the image into a mangle of womanhood, like those kids' block toys, where you can spin the head, the middle, or legs.
   Barry blinked. "Camera magic?"