"He was surprisingly good at cooking fish," she says hopefully, remembering from her brief stint at the beach camp.

Looking down, something shiny catches her eye. "Stop," she says when he gets a few paces ahead of her, and she kneels down, digging into the sand. She pulls out a large chunk of glass, turning it over in her hands.

"Must have been a storm, lightning hit the beach. Or maybe it's from the flashes." Handing it over to James, she digs a little more, revealing even more glass, spread out around them.

"Time travel souvenir. Cooler than anything you'll get at Dollywood."