"Hey, Jem, here's one of you!" Leib handed her the photograph and Jemma took it, feeling the slick cellophane parchment. It was of her, centuries ago, in the middle of lighting a cigarette. She was wearing a casual dress and in the background you could see the barracks of Camp Toccoa. Her hair had been rolled and coifed perfectly. It was like looking at a different woman.