Your Unfinished Future

Your walk is over. What follows is only what the rooms noticed.

You leave here carrying a day that was never yours to keep, quietly owing more than you agreed to spend, and amended in a record you were never shown. You also go out known by something that cannot quite place your name, answered by a life you decided not to live, and with a line still open behind you.

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

The doors lock behind you. The exhibits continue without an audience, as they have for years.