He clicked the file titled "memories.e52." The lights dimmed, not in the room but in his head. For a moment he smelled his grandmother’s kitchen—lemon cleaner, tin of stale cookies—and heard a lullaby he hadn’t remembered since he was seven. The screen showed a grainy scene: a small boy running through rain, his shoes sloshing in puddles, a streetlight buzzing overhead. Jonah could feel the chill of the rain on his skin, the particular lonely sweetness of being small and unmoored.