"It's not a memory," Nina said, her voice now layered with a second, lower frequency. "It's a door. And every time someone plays the file, the door opens a little wider. The second spring isn't a place. It's a time. And it's almost here."

Then his reflection smiled. He did not.

Nina blinked. Her reflection in the dark TV screen across the room moved a half-second after she did. Leo leaned closer. It wasn't a glitch. Her reflection smiled. Nina herself did not.