Jenna stood outside the house for several minutes.
She could leave.
She knew she could.
But if she left now, she knew she would spend the rest of the night wondering who was inside.
She opened the door.
The house was silent.
"Mom?"
No answer.
"Dad?"
Nothing.
She checked her notebook.
At the top of a fresh page, she wrote:
WHAT I KNOW
Underneath:
WHAT I THINK
She stared at the two headings.
"If I'm going to figure this out," she whispered, "I need to remember everything."
She began writing down every detail she could remember.
The dream.
The photograph.
The number.
The voice.
Elias, even though she still didn't know who Elias was.
She promised herself she would separate what she actually knew from what she only believed.
Then she heard footsteps upstairs.
Jenna slowly climbed the stairs.
The old photograph was hanging on the wall.
She stopped.
Something was different.
The girl was missing.
Jenna pulled the photograph out of the frame.
The girl was still there.
She looked back at the frame.
Nothing.
She blinked.
The girl had returned.
Jenna stepped away.
Then she noticed something else.
The locked room was open.
She pushed the door.
Inside was a room that didn't look like part of the house.
Old machines covered the walls.
Wires hung from the ceiling.
There were broken monitors and a strange chair in the middle of the room.
Jenna stepped inside.
A monitor suddenly switched on.
She nearly screamed.
A video began playing.
A girl appeared on the screen.
Jenna.
Older.
Tired.
Her face looked thinner, and there were dark circles beneath her eyes.
The girl looked directly into the camera.
"If you're watching this…"
She paused.
"…then you made the same mistake I did."
The screen went black.
A number appeared.
03:18
Jenna stared.
Then the door behind her clicked.
Unlocked.
She turned.
Someone was standing in the corner.
Jenna's heart stopped.
It was her.
Another Jenna.
Alive.
Watching her.