She rewound. Played again. 0.1x speed.
A new wireframe appeared—not in the past, but in her present . A red silhouette, hunched and waiting, mapped onto her own dark corridor outside the observation window. The one leading to the cryo-bay. The one she’d walked down two hours ago to get coffee. viewerframe mode motion
And then, the motion mode did something it had never done before. She rewound