He looked at his hands. He had no memory of being at the pier that day. He had no memory of the woman. But as he glanced at the reflection in his darkened monitor, he saw a yellow slicker hanging on the hook behind him—dripping wet, though it hadn't rained in weeks.
She raised a hand, flashing a sequence of three numbers on her fingers——before the video cut to black. g4_01229.mp4
Elias replayed it. . He realized the filename wasn't random. G4 was the sector of the old city docks. 01229 wasn't a serial number—it was a date: January 22, 2009. The day the Great Fog had rolled in and never truly left. He looked at his hands