<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Nicky<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">           </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>Pretending to frame her in the camera view, I watch the tracking app fire up and show her location, gently pulsing, right on the map where she should be.  I take a couple photos for real, before she returns.<br/><br/>Completing the act, for anyone who may be watching, I hug her as she returns and show her the phone.<br/><br/>"They seem to work a charm -- I could see your location on the map, and moving in pretty good sync with you."