Ryan stood in front of the window for a full minute, waiting for his reflection to appear.
It didn't.
The glass showed the room behind him—Elena holding Mira, Nelson standing by the door, Thorne in her wheelchair. But where Ryan should have been, there was nothing. Just empty space. Like he didn't exist.
Nelson walked up beside him. "What are you staring at?"
"My reflection. It's gone."
Nelson looked at the glass. He saw himself—tired, silver-lined, worried. But Ryan's reflection was missing.
"That's not possible."
"And yet."
Ryan turned away from the window. His body felt different—lighter, like something had been removed. The anchor's weight was gone. The old man's presence was gone. Even the echoes inside him had fallen silent.
"Thorne," he said. "Scan me."
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The scans took
