Your Unfinished Future

The last door closes behind you without hurry.

You leave here known by something that cannot quite place your name, given back a hallway you were once called into, and able to step back into weather that has already passed.

The Domestic Weather Memory Era files your future under shelter. Expect rain indoors, and a voice calling you in before the thunder.

Keep the ticket. None of these futures arrived, and one of them is now yours.