The video reached the 4-minute mark. The younger Maya turned the camera around to face herself. She looked so different—wider eyes, no tired lines around them yet. She blew a kiss to the lens.

On her desk in the present day, Maya watched the three of them laugh. The audio peaked and crackled—the sound of 2014 wind hitting a cheap microphone.

"In case we forget," the digital Maya whispered. "We were here."

The girl in the middle, Sarah, leaned in until her nose almost touched the lens. "We are the Queens of Nowhere," she declared, her braces catching the light. "And we’re never leaving."