He tensed a little in surprise at the music and the noise, having forgotten that she had said those were included in the images. One hell of a phonograph record—he took a sniff—yes, no orchestra. All recorded. Fascinating.

"Come then," he said, whisking her swiftly through the seats, towards—of course—the back. And why not? Best to keep one's options open. "What are these—names? Some kind of memorial? Are they important?"