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Elias looked at his watch. It was 9:29 PM. Outside his window, the sky began to turn violet.

Elias stared at his monitor in the present day. He remembered that drive, but he didn't remember the light. He didn't remember the violet sky. And most importantly, he didn't remember Sarah ever getting out of the car that night. He looked at the file size: Video_2022-05-27_at_93027_PMmp4

It was a ghost of a file—a recording of a memory that had been deleted from his mind, leaving only a digital footprint that shouldn't exist. He hit play again, but this time, the video wouldn't open. The file name flickered once, then changed to: Video_2026-04-28_at_93027_PM.mp4. Today’s date. Tonight’s time. Elias looked at his watch

When he double-clicked, the screen didn't show a birthday party or a concert. Instead, the camera was propped up on a dashboard, filming a stretch of dark, rain-slicked highway. There was no music, only the rhythmic thump-thump of windshield wipers and the muffled sound of two people laughing. Elias stared at his monitor in the present day

"They don’t have to believe us," a younger version of Elias replied from the driver’s seat. "We have the video."

"Do you think they’ll believe us?" a girl’s voice asked off-camera. Elias froze. It was Sarah.