As usual, things went a bit hazy for a while, but everyone's heads seemed to clear up well enough, they headed out to the gym, and settled in for a grueling day filming Olivier's new fitness video. It was as intense a workout as he claimed, and by the time they finally wrapped for the day, all four of them were absolutely drenched in sweat. Hair matted to their foreheads, stains under the men's arms, and under the women's breasts. Pamela was so wiped out she headed home right away, forgetting to even ask about the camera, and Olivier ran it back to his car while the others were still catching their breath.
"Well, that could have gone worse," Emmet panted as the crew started loading the filming lights into the truck. "We're all still human, still adults. And you remember how we found the camera, right? Before Oli- I mean... before your father ended up with it and started really messing everything up?"
Roxanne shook her wild mane of strawberry blond hair as she rung out her headband. "Yeah but... it's starting to get fuzzy now. Olivier was never my father was he? Like he wasn't even a he before all this!"
Emmitt rubbed his temples, trying to jog his memories and wipe some of the sweat from his glistening bronze skin and tight black curls. "Right sorry. Your mother then. She took the camera from us and started messing with things... we didn't all work at the gym before that. Or wait... did Pam? We need to be sure what fixed is before we can start fixing things..."
Roxanne took a big sip from her water bottle and ran her fingers through her hair. "Do we have to focus on this right now? I need to wash off and clear my head. She kicked off her leg warmers and started peeling off her lavender lycra leotard as she headed towards the showers.
Emmet watched her perfectly toned body slip out of her clothes, and found it hard to disagree. "Well, we both agree we've always been a thing, right?" Roxanne just smirked back from the doorway as he followed. "Don't suppose you're up for another workout?"
Having a lot more stamina than either expected after such a grueling day, the vigorous lovemaking that started in the showers left the pair waking up in a nest of yoga mats and medicine balls the next morning, ready for another round. And after that, lying there, pondering whether to shower off again before getting dressed and risk starting the cycle all over, Roxanne suddenly shouted, "I've got it!"
"Hmm?" said Emmet, trying to retrace his steps and find where they'd flung his shorts.
"Old cameras like that. They always keep the negatives inside, right? So even if our memories are getting a bit scrambled, we can just... open it up, and check those. If we're lucky maybe they'll show things how they were before anything changed, but if not, they should still at least let us retrace all the steps, right? Like the most recent picture is us as a bunch of gym rats, but the ones before those are one change earlier, and if we just remember whose picture got taken when, we'd at least be able to trace back to the first changes that happened to anyone and that's, you know, something right?"