Jake: It's nice to look through the house. It looks different from here.
I found some old film.
We relived a camping trip.
Jake felt victory for his successful boat, I felt extreme loss as mine sunk before it hit water.
We laughed at Jake's camping still-lifes of lichen swizzle sticks.
We smelt campfire, but mainly because we were just sitting by one.
Maybe this is time travel.