Don't get his hopes up.

Although it is entirely possible that the two people who've ever existed on this planet who even might understand the loss of their wedding pictures might both be living in this time period, have met, have gotten married, and chose his friend as a wedding photographer, the odds are only slightly longer than those of me repeatedly quantum-tunnelling a few millimeters at a time all the wat from Washington to Tokyo.

Come to think of it, forget about my idea of skipping town; they'll hunt him down to the ends of the Earth for this one. Seppuku is looking more and more viable.