But no more. Now the color looked beer-bottle brown but it was really rust red. The bottle's label was long gone. Following its lead, the once-robust neighborhood around it had not so much fallen apart as slowly disintegrated. Nobody had worked in the brewery for twenty years. From the eroding ruins, one would think it would have been much longer.

Matt stopped on the top step of their stoop. Olivia, the love of his life, did not. The car keys jangled in her hand.

"I don't think we should," he said.

Olivia did not break stride. "Come on. It'll be fun."

"A phone should be a phone," Matt said. "A camera should be a camera."

"Oh, that's deep."

"One gizmo doing both… it's a perversion."

"Your area of expertise," Olivia said.

"Ha, ha. You don't see the danger?"

"Er, nope."

"A camera and a phone in one"- Matt stopped, searching for how to continue-"it's, I don't know, it's interspecies breeding when you think about it, like one of those B-movie experiments that grows out of control and destroys all in its path."

Olivia just stared at him. "You're so weird."

"I'm not sure we should get camera phones, that's all."

She hit the remote and the car doors unlocked. She reached for the door handle. Matt hesitated.

Olivia looked at him.

"What?" he asked.

"If we both had camera phones," Olivia said, "I could send you nudies when you're at work."

Matt opened the door. "Verizon or Sprint?"

Olivia gave him a smile that made his chest thrum. "I love you, you know."

"I love you too."

They were both inside the car. She turned to him. He could see the concern and it almost made him turn away. "It's going to be okay," Olivia said. "You know that, right?"