In my dream last night:
I was walking through a Cracky museum. It was a cool, wide, white building with pillars and on each pillar was an artifact. About a dozen pillars had printouts of her emails. Others had her real-life correspondence -- a few letter to relatives. Some pillars had her clothes from those years. Her panties were on display, with a picture of her wearing them. Her school clothes and other clothes as well, and not just framed, but available to be touched and smelled. Many other pictures were there ranging from tame to pornographic. One pillar had a video of Olivia going through a whole day at school, not wearing any underwear. One had the PG-13 version. There were whole books written by psychiatrists about who she was and all she did to date. Some pillars had live views from various angles of her life as it is now. God I hope I have that dream again.