A little eager, ain't she? He guesses he could understand about that; he would be too. 1989 was a while ago, and she would've been how old then? Twelve? Somethin' like that.

"Stashed? That's cold, Freckles. I was just keepin' it safe. Didn't want the robots cleanin' it up, up, and away." Moving over to the bureau, he opens the top drawer and takes the tape out. It ain't stashed. If he wanted to keep it stashed, he'd hide it someplace way better than the first place anyone would look.

It's just a damn tape.

She wants to see it and he'll be more'n happy to show it to her. She didn't ask to have it, just to see it, so he holds it forward so she can do just like she asked.

"What'd you put on it?"