I headed for the backyard to try it out, not expecting much. Only one roll hadn’t already expired.
The prints came back. First batch was in the middle of some farmer’s field. Next set was our backyard, but our maple was barely a sapling, and the house behind us was missing.
The last roll looked like x-rays: milky black, with skeletons instead of people.
That film was dated next week.
I don’t expect there’ll be a week after.