Through his window, he saw the city freeze—cars stopped mid-skid, raindrops hung like glass beads. In the distance, a skyscraper was slowly dissolving into pixels.
The laptop screen turned into a mirror. Arjun stared at his own reflection—except the reflection wasn't copying him. It was adjusting its collar, squaring its jaw, growing a five-o'clock shadow that Arjun had never been able to grow.
Arjun stared at the file name on his laptop screen: