Hm, simulate a flash, wait for the camera to collapse flat and... Al peered through the pinhole into the complete darkness. What did Bryn say to do next? I should've written it down.
The black envelope in his hands stiffened flat. It felt wet and then warm for just a second, then it cooled once more.
That had to be it. Al tore it open and glanced at the picture, faded but turning brighter by the second. On the photo, his friends were placed from left to right, top to bottom, in proper alphabetical order by last name. They were both dressed and appropriately, they didn't have any embarrassing tattoos, make-up, or piercings, and they did not perform any socially rude gestures toward the viewer. It would certainly pass even the strictest of the Prophet's censors.
"Brilliant," he declared, giving the picture his nod of approval. "This will work great, you'll see." Only after such declaration he glanced up at Lori, processing what was said.