On November 26th, Fu Tailan pushed open the door and walked into the apartment, a place he hadn't set foot in for ten days. Everything was exactly as it had been when he left just a few minutes ago.
'...What a strange thought,' he mused with a wry smile.
If there had been a camera in the living room, the recording from the 26th would have simply shown Fu Tailan walking out the door and returning a few minutes later, as if he had only gone downstairs to check his mail.
And yet, returning now, he couldn't help but find it strange that the plastic sheeting covering the window hadn't fallen off, and that no dust had settled on the table.
Fu Tailan collapsed onto the sofa. After catching his breath, he pulled out his phone. The screen, warmed by his touch, lit up, displaying the time: 3:13 PM.
He still remembered the previous two calls he'd received; Brianna would be calling again. It shouldn't be long now.
