We stood there frozen for about five seconds, Olivia's nails digging into my arm, until the young woman behind the lens looked away from the viewer with a thumbs up.

"We're out," she said before ambling away, the complicated looking camera rig she wore over her jeans and t-shirt more from a science fiction novel than a film shoot.

Olivia released me and spun to face me, hand now firmly grasping my wrist, those same oval nails painted matching red to ...