"Can you move that thing on your head, lady?" said someone from behind. Vanity turned to see Tab in a backwards baseball cap. "Oh, don't miss this." Tab pointed to the screen
  In the front row, a girl stood up, exploding with outrage. She chucked something at the boy beside her and stormed out, glaring at the three gawkers in the darkness. In the floor light glow, Barry saw that it was Molly, and there he was, next to where she had been sitting. His younger self, stood up and looked after her, clutching some crumpled paper.
  "Well, we know what you should do," said Vanity.
  "No, I'm not the guy who goes after girls."
  His younger self sat down with hang-dog shoulders slumped.
  "You came after me," she said.
  "Keep it down," said Tab, and they stared at the screen, the lake in the Poconos.