The phone vibrated against the plastic, a harsh, mechanical rattle that felt dissonant against the reverb of the track. It was a bridge being offered—a chance to pull the past back into the present.

The vibration stopped. The screen stayed bright for a few more seconds, displaying the notification: Missed Call.

Then, the light timed out. The cabin fell back into purple shadows. The music continued its slow, agonizing crawl toward the end of the track.