Your Unfinished Future

The museum has finished with you for tonight.

You leave here leaving several things unfinished on purpose, with more room around you than the corridor promised, and declining something without ever raising your voice. You also go out with your weekend still unspent.

The Counterfactual Communications Boom keeps your line open. Somewhere a receiver is warm, and nobody in that kitchen has hung up.

The Civic Time Expansion Era expects you back. It is still holding a day with your name on it and no year to put it in.

The lights go down one room at a time, in the order you walked them.