He had twenty hours to figure out how to change the footage. He looked back at the Best Buy, where Maya was standing by the glass doors, watching him. She raised a hand in a slow, somber wave.
Elias walked toward the back, past the rows of towering 4K televisions displaying hyper-saturated images of coral reefs. He reached the Customer Service desk, where a young woman with a silver name tag that read Maya was tapping a stylus against a tablet. best buy on west road
Elias took the box. It felt warm, vibrating slightly against his palms. He didn't open it until he was back in the safety of his sedan. Inside was an old-fashioned camcorder, the kind his father used to film birthdays in the nineties. But when Elias flipped open the side screen, it didn't show the steering wheel or the dashboard. He had twenty hours to figure out how to change the footage
The camcorder wasn't recording the past. It was a window into the next twenty-four hours. Elias walked toward the back, past the rows
Elias looked up through his windshield. The store sat there, solid and mundane, bathed in the setting sun. He looked back at the screen. A figure walked across the frame in the recording—it was Elias himself, wearing the same green jacket he had on now, looking at his watch with a panicked expression.