James rifled through the bergen, pushing various items aside.
Come on, I know I left my old iPod Touch in here somewhere... As he checked the side pocket, his hand closed around something narrow and rectangular and pulled it out. It was an old silver iPod Nano, the cover scratched and battered. He stared at it in surprise and recognition for a moment, then gazed off into the distance, his jaw set and a grim, troubled expression on his face.