He reached out a hand, his fingers tingling with static. He was a ghost in his own past. Elena paused, shivering slightly as if a cold draft had just swept through the sealed room. She looked up from her screen, looking directly toward him. "Arthur?" she whispered into the empty air. Then, the clock flipped.
That was the exact fraction of a second his sister had vanished from a locked room.
Arthur tried to speak, but his voice was a silent vibration. He looked at the digital clock on the desk. 01:30:00 AM. 1676971801.002
Arthur watched in horror as the air around Elena began to fracture like broken glass. The timestamp was executing itself.
Elena blinked, the confusion on her face suddenly replaced by the sight of her familiar garage. She was safe. She was in 2026. He reached out a hand, his fingers tingling with static
Arthur stood alone in the dark apartment in 2023, watching the blue light of the laptop fade. He sat down in her empty chair, looked at the blinking cursor, and began to type a message he knew she would find three years later.
To the rest of the world, it looked like random data junk. To him, it was a precise coordinate in the river of time. It translated directly to February 21, 2023, at exactly 01:30:01 AM and two milliseconds. She looked up from her screen, looking directly toward him
He was standing in his old apartment. It was dark, save for the blue glow of a laptop screen in the corner. There she was. Elena was sitting on the floor, typing away at her thesis, completely unaware of the temporal anomaly forming behind her.