Kassandra pulled herself away from the book about the orphan boy, when Kathy started to speak again. "Take a picture? What does that mean?" But then she turned to Hiro, who was holding a tiny, shiny device in his hands. And to her shock, on that device was a miniature her. Just there, like the smallest portrait ever!

"A tiny painting! But how is this possible?" Hands and face were pressed to the wall as she peered through for a better look. "That's me! But when did you have time to do that?" She was immediately fascinated as Hiro poked the device and showed her another tiny portrait in a different look. They all had to have been done around the same time. 

"Yes, it's alright, I suppose. But how does that work? How did you do that? I want to know." The book was suddenly forgotten for a time. What was this marvelous thing?