Now I realize there are logical inconsistencies with the post above. If time stops, it doesn't really matter where Donald Trump is as of three years ago because nothing further is going to happen with him or anyone else anyway.
And even if I'm with Scarlett Johansson (just to pick me at random for this example), I'll probably be sick of her after 10 billion of the same moments with her. And it's remotely possible she might be slightly sick of me too.
But my artistic license is all paid up, so let's go with it. And if you click here, you can also go with the responses of the other Friday Fictioneers to the picture prompt above. That is, once time starts up again.