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00:00:05
The fluorescent lights of the allnight00:00:07
[music] diner buzzed like dying wasps,00:00:10
casting everything in a greenish pal00:00:12
that made even the chrome fixtures look00:00:14
sick. I stood behind the counter, my00:00:17
third cup of bitter coffee [music] going00:00:18
cold in my hand while Marlene finished00:00:21
what she called my training.00:00:24
Training was a generous word. It had00:00:26
consisted of 20 minutes of her chain00:00:28
smoking pal malls while pointing at00:00:30
appliances with yellowed fingers.00:00:33
Grill's temperamental. Needs 10 minutes00:00:35
to heat. Coffee makers a bastard. Jiggle00:00:38
the filter basket. Register sticks on00:00:41
the number seven. Don't bother with00:00:43
receipts unless they ask. She exhaled a00:00:46
plume of smoke that hung in the stale00:00:48
air like a ghost.00:00:51
Any questions? I had about a hundred,00:00:53
but her tone made it clear she didn't00:00:55
want to hear any of them. I think I'm00:00:58
good. You're not, but you'll figure it00:01:01
out. She stubbed out her cigarette in a00:01:03
coffee mug that had probably never seen00:01:05
actual coffee, then reached under the00:01:08
counter and hauled out a massive three-00:01:09
ring binder. The thing had to be 4 in00:01:13
thick, bound in cracked vinyl the color00:01:15
of dried blood. She slammed it onto the00:01:18
formica with enough force to make the00:01:19
sugar dispensers jump.00:01:22
Everything else is in there. Don't call00:01:24
me unless the place is on fire. Maybe00:01:26
not even then. She grabbed her purse, a00:01:29
massive thing that looked like it could00:01:31
survive a nuclear blast, and headed for00:01:33
the door. The overhead bell chimed as00:01:35
she pushed it open, and the November00:01:37
wind cut through the diner with a00:01:39
knife's edge. "Marlene," I called after00:01:42
her. She paused half turned. "What about00:01:45
the uh the weird stuff?" Her expression00:01:49
didn't change. What weird stuff, you00:01:52
know, late night diner, overnight shift,00:01:55
I've heard stories about don't. She cut00:01:58
me off, her voice flat and final. Just00:02:01
follow the binder, kid. Don't think,00:02:04
just do. The door swung shut behind her,00:02:07
the chime marking her departure like a00:02:09
funeral bell. I was alone. The binder00:02:13
sat on the counter like a challenge. I00:02:15
flipped it open, expecting the usual00:02:17
corporate nonsense. health code00:02:19
regulations, cleaning schedules, how to00:02:22
handle difficult customers. The first00:02:25
section delivered exactly that. Detailed00:02:28
instructions on operating the00:02:29
dishwasher, the optimal temperature for00:02:31
the soft serve machine, a surprisingly00:02:34
thorough guide to making eggs six00:02:36
different ways. Then I reached the00:02:39
laminated sheet at the front of the00:02:41
second section.00:02:43
special procedures after hours00:02:47
protocols.00:02:49
The heading was in all caps, printed in00:02:51
what looked like an old typewriter font.00:02:53
Below it, five rules numbered and00:02:56
formatted like a legal document. Rule00:02:58
one, booth 3. If a female customer00:03:02
matching the description, C appendix A,00:03:04
photo, enters, you will immediately and00:03:06
wordlessly escort her to booth number00:03:08
three, the corner booth furthest from00:03:10
the door. Do not offer a menu. You will00:03:13
prepare a full pot of Earl Grey tea00:03:16
brand specified in cupboard with one00:03:18
sugar cube and serve it. Do not speak to00:03:20
her.00:03:22
Rule two, the transaction. Upon00:03:25
finishing her tea, she will leave her00:03:26
doctor's bag on the table as payment. Do00:03:29
not open it. Do not shake it. Using a00:03:32
towel provided under counter, you will00:03:34
place the bag directly into the safe.00:03:36
Combination 20 4060. The safe is to00:03:39
remain locked until the corporate00:03:41
collection date. Rule three, sensory00:03:44
anomaly. A faint odor of industrial00:03:47
antiseptic and ferrris material, eg.00:03:49
copper, may be noted in her vicinity.00:03:52
This is not to be documented or verbally00:03:54
acknowledged by staff. Rule four, facial00:03:57
expression protocol. If the subject's00:03:59
facial expression shifts into a smile C00:04:02
appendix B diagram, you are to00:04:04
immediately locate and maintain eye00:04:06
contact with your own reflection in any00:04:08
available surface, window, coffee earn,00:04:11
toaster. You must hold this00:04:13
self-reflective gaze until you audibly00:04:16
confirm the front door chime has sounded00:04:18
twice, signaling her departure. Rule00:04:21
five, contingency protocol failure. If00:04:25
you fail to execute rule four, i.e. AE00:04:28
E. You see the smile directly. You are00:04:31
not to flee. You will open the safe,00:04:33
retrieve the most recently deposited00:04:35
bag, and offer it back to her, holding00:04:38
it out in front of you with both hands.00:04:40
Stand still until she either accepts it00:04:42
or departs.00:04:44
This is your sole remediation step. I00:04:48
read it twice, then a third time,00:04:51
waiting for the punchline.00:04:53
This had to be some kind of hazing00:04:55
ritual for new employees. scare the00:04:58
college dropout on his first graveyard00:04:59
shift. Have a good laugh about it00:05:01
tomorrow. Except Marlene didn't seem00:05:04
like the pranking type. Marlene seemed00:05:06
like the type who'd forgotten how to00:05:08
laugh sometime during the Carter00:05:09
administration.00:05:11
I flipped to appendix A. It was a00:05:13
Polaroid. The colors faded to that00:05:15
distinctive yellow orange that marked it00:05:17
as genuinely old. The photo showed booth00:05:20
3. I recognized the crack in the vinyl00:05:23
seat, the specific pattern of the00:05:25
Formica table. Sitting in the booth was00:05:28
a woman. Even through the degraded00:05:30
quality of the ancient photograph, she00:05:31
was beautiful, unsettlingly so. Her face00:05:35
had a porcelain quality, smooth and00:05:38
perfect, framed by dark hair that fell00:05:40
in soft waves. She wore what looked like00:05:43
a hospital gown, the old-fashioned kind00:05:46
with ties at the back. But it was her00:05:49
eyes that made my skin crawl. They were00:05:52
large, blue, and utterly vacant. Not00:05:56
empty like someone lost in thought.00:05:58
Vacant like windows into a room where00:06:01
all the furniture had been removed. On00:06:03
the table in front of her sat a leather00:06:05
doctor's bag, the kind I'd only seen in00:06:08
movies about house calls in the 1940s.00:06:11
Her hands were folded on the table, pale00:06:13
and still. I flipped to appendix B. This00:06:17
was handdrawn, sketched in black ink on00:06:20
what looked like medical chart paper. It00:06:22
showed a woman's face, the same face00:06:24
from the photo, but the mouth was00:06:26
different. The lips were pulled back in00:06:29
a smile that was fundamentally wrong.00:06:31
The teeth were too numerous, too00:06:33
pointed, arranged in rows that went too00:06:35
far back. The gums were drawn too high,00:06:38
exposing too much of the tooth. Whoever00:06:41
had drawn this had either seen something00:06:43
that broke their brain, or they had a00:06:45
phenomenally sick sense of humor. I00:06:48
snapped the binder shut and laughed, the00:06:50
sound echoing in the empty diner. Yeah,00:06:53
okay, sure. Very funny. But I checked00:06:56
anyway. Booth 3 was in the far corner,00:06:59
just like the rules said. The crack in00:07:02
the vinyl matched the photo. The window00:07:04
beside it looked out onto the parking00:07:06
lot and the dark expanse of Interstate00:07:08
77 beyond where the occasional semi00:07:12
roared past like a mechanical beast. I00:07:15
walked over and sat down, testing the00:07:17
seat. It creaked, and I could smell the00:07:20
ancient accumulation of spilled coffee00:07:22
and desperate conversations.00:07:24
The wall-mounted clock behind the00:07:26
counter clicked over to 10:47 p.m. 700:07:30
hours and 13 minutes until dawn. 7 hours00:07:34
and 13 minutes until Marlene returned00:07:36
and I could ask her what the hell that00:07:38
binder was really about. I got up and00:07:41
started my shift properly. I topped off00:07:43
the coffee, checked the grill, wiped00:07:45
down the counter. At 11:15, my first00:07:48
customer arrived, a trucker named Dale00:07:51
with a ZZ top beard and exhausted eyes.00:07:54
He ordered eggs and hash browns, ate in00:07:56
silence while reading something on his00:07:58
phone, paid in cash, and left a $2 tip.00:08:02
normal. At midnight, a young couple came00:08:05
in, fighting in the vicious whisper that00:08:07
meant they'd been at it for hours. They00:08:10
sat in booth 1, ordered pie they didn't00:08:12
eat, and left separately 20 minutes00:08:14
later. The girl cried in the bathroom00:08:16
first. Normal. At 1:30 a.m., a state00:08:20
trooper stopped in for coffee. He told00:08:22
me about the accident on 77 southbound,00:08:25
a jacknifed semi that had backed up00:08:27
traffic for miles. He had the weary00:08:29
competence of a man who'd seen too much00:08:31
twisted metal and broken glass. He00:08:34
thanked me for the coffee and drove off00:08:36
into the night. Normal. The hours00:08:39
crawled by. I cleaned the same counters00:08:42
three times. I checked the coffee maker00:08:44
obsessively. I memorized the pattern of00:08:47
cracks in the ceiling tiles. The diner00:08:49
hummed with the white noise of00:08:51
refrigeration units and the distant rush00:08:53
of traffic. A lonely mechanical lullabi.00:08:57
At 3:00 a.m., the world felt different.00:09:00
There's something about that hour, some00:09:02
threshold where the night stops being00:09:04
late and starts being early, where00:09:06
reality gets thin at the edges. I'd read00:09:09
somewhere that 3:00 a.m. was when most00:09:11
people died in hospitals, when the00:09:12
body's defenses were at their lowest,00:09:15
standing alone in that fluorescent glow,00:09:17
watching the darkness press against the00:09:19
windows. I believed it. I was refilling00:09:23
the napkin dispensers when the door00:09:24
chimed at 3:14 a.m. A trucker walked in,00:09:29
older guy, maybe 60, with the kind of00:09:31
face that had logged a million miles. He00:09:34
didn't meet my eyes, just shuffled to00:09:36
the counter and ordered coffee, black. I00:09:40
poured it and he wrapped his hands00:09:42
around the mug like he was trying to00:09:43
absorb its warmth. He stared into the00:09:46
dark liquid for a long moment.00:09:49
Quiet night? He finally asked. Yeah,00:09:54
pretty dead. He nodded slowly, then00:09:57
glanced toward the back of the diner,00:09:59
toward booth 3.00:10:01
She always sit there. My blood turned to00:10:04
ice water. The mug I was holding00:10:06
suddenly felt slippery in my grip. What?00:10:10
That regular? The weird lady in the00:10:13
white. He gestured vaguely with his00:10:16
coffee cup. Always booth three, right?00:10:20
Every time I come through here late, if00:10:21
I see her, she's in that booth. Been00:10:24
that way for Christ, years now.00:10:28
My throat had gone dry. What does she00:10:31
look like? He shrugged, uncomfortable00:10:34
now, like he regretted bringing it up. I00:10:37
don't know, pretty, I guess. But00:10:40
something off about her hospital gown or00:10:43
something. Never seen her arrive. Never00:10:45
seen her leave. just00:10:48
there sometimes.00:10:50
He drained his coffee in three quick00:10:52
gulps and stood up. Anyway, Road's00:10:55
calling. Keep the change. He put a five00:10:57
on the counter for a $2 cup of coffee00:10:59
and headed for the door. The chime rang00:11:02
as he left and his truck's engine00:11:04
rumbled to life in the parking lot. I00:11:07
watched his tail lights disappear down00:11:09
the highway, swallowed by the darkness.00:11:12
Slowly, like I was in a dream, I turned00:11:15
to look at booth 3. It was empty. The00:11:19
vinyl seat reflected the overhead00:11:21
lights. The formica table was clean. The00:11:24
window beside it showed only the parking00:11:26
lot and the distant glow of occasional00:11:28
headlights on the interstate, but the00:11:31
trucker had seen her. Years of seeing00:11:33
her. This wasn't a prank. This wasn't00:11:36
hazing.00:11:38
I walked over to the booth, my footsteps00:11:40
seeming too loud in the silence. I stood00:11:43
where I'd stood earlier, looking down at00:11:46
the seat. Had someone actually sat here?00:11:49
Some woman in a hospital gown carrying a00:11:51
doctor's bag ordering tea according to00:11:53
rules written in a binder? The neon sign00:11:56
outside flickered, casting red and blue00:11:59
shadows across the booth. The hum of it00:12:02
seemed louder now. Not a comforting00:12:04
sound, but a warning. Like a lighthouse00:12:07
beacon marking dangerous rocks,00:12:09
signaling to ships, "Stay away! Stay00:12:12
away! Something terrible happened here."00:12:15
I forced myself to walk back to the00:12:16
counter, my legs feeling like they00:12:18
belong to someone else. The clock above00:12:21
the register read 3:21 a.m. The00:12:24
trucker's tail lights had long since00:12:26
disappeared into the darkness, leaving00:12:28
only the empty highway and the00:12:30
relentless hum of the neon sign outside.00:12:33
I could still hear his words echoing in00:12:35
my head. She always sit there. Been that00:12:39
way for00:12:41
Christ years now. I told myself to00:12:44
breathe, to think rationally.00:12:48
So, what if some trucker claimed he'd00:12:49
seen a weird woman? Overnight diners00:12:52
attracted strange people. That's all00:12:55
this was. The rules in the binder were00:12:57
just corporate paranoia. Some elaborate00:13:00
liability protection dreamed up by00:13:02
lawyers who'd watched too many horror00:13:04
movies. But my hands were shaking as I00:13:06
poured myself another cup of coffee. I00:13:09
tried to distract myself with busy work.00:13:11
I wiped down the counter for the fourth00:13:13
time that night. I reorganized the pie00:13:16
display case. I checked the walk-in00:13:18
cooler, counting the cartons of eggs I'd00:13:20
already counted twice. Anything to avoid00:13:23
looking at booth 3. Anything to avoid00:13:25
watching the clock. 3:25 a.m. The00:13:30
fluorescent lights seemed dimmer now,00:13:32
their buzz taking on a different00:13:33
quality, lower, more insistent. The00:13:36
sound of the occasional truck passing on00:13:38
E77 felt farther away, as if the diner00:13:41
was slowly detaching from the real00:13:43
world, drifting into some other space00:13:45
where the rules were different.00:13:48
3:28 a.m. I opened the binder again,00:13:52
reading the rules for what must have00:13:54
been the 10th time. My eyes kept00:13:57
returning to rule one. If a female00:13:59
customer matching the description00:14:01
enters, you will immediately and00:14:03
wordlessly escort her to booth number00:14:05
three. The clinical language couldn't00:14:07
disguise what it was really saying. When00:14:10
she comes, don't question it. Don't00:14:12
hesitate. Just do what you're told. 3:3000:14:16
a.m. I found myself standing in front of00:14:18
the cupboard, staring at the boxes of00:14:20
Earl Grey tea. There had to be 30 boxes00:14:23
stacked on that shelf, all the same00:14:25
expensive brand. Who kept that much of00:14:28
one specific tea in stock? I took one00:14:31
down, feeling the weight of it in my00:14:33
hands. My training hadn't covered how to00:14:35
make a proper pot of tea. I'd have to00:14:38
figure it out. Get the water hot enough.00:14:40
Find the right pot. One sugar cube, the00:14:43
rule said, not two, not a packet of00:14:46
sugar. One cube. 3:32 a.m. The minute00:14:49
hand on the clock seemed to slow down,00:14:51
each second stretching like taffy. I was00:14:54
being ridiculous. Nothing was going to00:14:56
happen. The trucker had been messing00:14:58
with me, or mistaken, or 3:33 a.m. The00:15:03
door chime rang, the sound cut through00:15:05
the silence like a scalpel. I turned, my00:15:08
heart hammering against my ribs, and she00:15:10
was there. She stood just inside the00:15:12
doorway, and every rational thought I'd00:15:14
been clinging to evaporated like steam.00:15:18
The photograph in the binder hadn't00:15:19
prepared me. Nothing could have prepared00:15:21
me. She was beautiful in a way that made00:15:24
my stomach turn. Her face was too00:15:26
perfect, too smooth like porcelain that00:15:28
had never known a flaw. Her skin had an00:15:31
almost luminescent quality in the harsh00:15:33
fluorescent light, and I realized with a00:15:36
sick jolt that I couldn't see a single00:15:38
pore, not one blemish or freckle or sign00:15:41
of human imperfection. Her eyes were00:15:43
large and blue and utterly,00:15:45
devastatingly vacant, not looking at me,00:15:48
not looking at anything, just open and00:15:51
empty. Her hair fell in dark waves00:15:54
around her shoulders, framing that00:15:56
impossible face. She wore a hospital00:15:58
gown, the old-fashioned kind, pristine00:16:01
white, and tied at the back. It looked00:16:04
like something from the 1940s, starched00:16:06
and pressed, inongruously clean against00:16:09
the dingy diner. In her right hand, she00:16:12
carried a leather doctor's bag. It was00:16:15
worn, the kind of thing that had seen00:16:17
decades of use, and it looked heavy.00:16:20
When she took a step forward, the bag's00:16:22
weight made her gates slightly uneven,00:16:24
though she moved with an unnatural fluid00:16:27
grace that didn't quite match human00:16:29
movement. The smell hit me then. It00:16:32
rolled across the diner in a wave.00:16:34
Industrial antiseptic, sharp and00:16:37
chemical, mixed with something metallic00:16:39
underneath.00:16:40
Copper, old pennies, blood. The00:16:44
combination made my gorge rise. Rule00:16:48
three, a faint odor of industrial00:16:50
antiseptic and ferrris material may be00:16:52
noted in her vicinity. This is not to be00:16:54
documented or verbally acknowledged by00:16:56
staff. She didn't blink. Her chest00:16:59
didn't rise and fall. She simply stood00:17:02
there waiting, and I understood with00:17:04
perfect crystalline clarity that she00:17:06
would stand there forever if I didn't do00:17:08
something. My training vanished. Every00:17:12
instruction Marlene had barked at me00:17:13
about the grill in the coffee maker and00:17:15
the register dissolved like smoke. I00:17:18
couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I00:17:20
could only stand behind the counter,00:17:22
gripping its edge with white- knuckled00:17:23
hands while my brain screamed at me to00:17:25
run. But I needed this job. God help me.00:17:28
I needed this job. The bills stacked on00:17:31
my kitchen table. The student loans for00:17:33
a degree I'd never finished. The00:17:35
eviction notice I'd shoved in a drawer00:17:37
and tried to forget. This was $11 an00:17:39
hour, plus tips, plus a monthly00:17:41
completion bonus. This was survival. I00:17:44
forced my legs to move. Walking toward00:17:47
her felt like waiting through concrete.00:17:49
Each step took an eternity. She didn't00:17:51
track my movement with her eyes. She00:17:54
didn't turn her head. She just stood00:17:56
there perfectly still, that terrible00:17:58
vacant stare fixed on nothing. I stopped00:18:01
3 ft away from her. Up close, the00:18:04
wrongness was worse. Her skin didn't00:18:06
have the texture of skin. It looked like00:18:08
it had been cast from wax and then00:18:10
animated. No laugh lines, no sun damage,00:18:14
no tiny scars from childhood accidents.00:18:17
Nothing. Do not speak to her. I gestured00:18:20
toward booth 3, my hand trembling. For a00:18:23
horrible moment, nothing happened. Then,00:18:26
in one fluid motion, she moved. She00:18:29
glided past me, and I caught the full00:18:31
force of that smell. antiseptic and00:18:33
copper and something else underneath,00:18:36
something organic and wrong. The00:18:38
hospital gown whispered against the00:18:40
floor. The doctor's bag made a heavy00:18:42
thunk with each step. I followed her at00:18:45
a distance, watching as she lowered00:18:47
herself into booth three with mechanical00:18:50
precision. She sat exactly where she'd00:18:53
sat in the Polaroid, her hands folding00:18:55
on the table in the same position. The00:18:57
bag rested on the floor beside her feet.00:19:00
She stared straight ahead at nothing.00:19:03
The tea. I had to make the tea. I00:19:07
stumbled back behind the counter, my00:19:09
hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped00:19:11
the kettle. The water seemed to take00:19:13
forever to boil. I found a ceramic pot00:19:16
dumped in the tea bags, poured the water00:19:18
over them. One sugar cube. I counted00:19:21
three times to make sure. My hands were00:19:24
slick with sweat. When I carried the pot00:19:26
and cup to booth 3, I had to stop twice00:19:29
to steady myself. The smell was stronger00:19:32
near her, thick enough to taste. I set00:19:34
the tea service on the table, avoiding00:19:36
even the peripheral vision of her face.00:19:38
I could feel her presence like a00:19:40
physical weight pressing against my00:19:42
skin. She moved. Then her hand rose with00:19:45
that same mechanical precision and00:19:47
poured the tea. Steam rose from the cup.00:19:50
She added the sugar cube herself,00:19:52
watching it dissolve with those dead,00:19:54
empty eyes. Then she lifted the cup to00:19:57
her lips and drank. The sound was worse00:19:59
than the sight of her. She sipped in00:20:02
slow, deliberate motions, each swallow00:20:05
accompanied by a faint wet noise that00:20:07
shouldn't have been audible, but was.00:20:09
She never blinked, never paused. Just00:20:13
sip, swallow, lower the cup. Sip,00:20:16
swallow, lower the cup. a metronome of00:20:20
wrongness.00:20:22
I backed away to the counter and gripped00:20:24
its edge again, forcing myself to00:20:26
breathe. Don't look directly at her.00:20:28
Don't acknowledge her. Just wait for it00:20:31
to be over.00:20:33
The clock above the register ticked00:20:34
through the slowest 15 minutes of my00:20:36
life. Finally, she set the cup down with00:20:39
a soft clink. She stood that same fluid00:20:42
motion and glided toward the door. She00:20:45
didn't look back, didn't pause. The door00:20:49
chime rang as she pushed through it. And00:20:51
then she was gone, swallowed by the00:20:53
darkness beyond the parking lot, but the00:20:56
bag remained. It sat on the floor beside00:20:58
booth 3, exactly where she'd left it. I00:21:03
stared at it from behind the counter, my00:21:05
breath coming in short gasps. The00:21:07
leather looked old, cracked with age,00:21:10
dark with decades of handling. It was00:21:13
closed, the brass clasp fastened. Do not00:21:16
open it. Do not shake it. I found the00:21:19
towel under the counter where the binder00:21:21
said it would be, a simple white dish00:21:23
towel folded neatly. I wrapped it around00:21:26
my hand like a shield and approached the00:21:28
bag. It was warm. That single detail00:21:31
nearly broke me. The leather was warm to00:21:33
the touch, as if it had been sitting in00:21:35
the sun or held close to a living body,00:21:37
and it was pliable, yielding slightly00:21:40
under my grip. Something inside shifted,00:21:42
a soft sliding sound that made every00:21:45
hair on my body stand up. I grabbed the00:21:47
handle and lifted. It was heavy, much00:21:50
heavier than it should have been. The00:21:52
weight pulled my arm down, and I had to00:21:55
use both hands, towel, and all to carry00:21:58
it back to the counter. The safe was00:22:00
behind the counter, built into the wall,00:22:02
hidden behind a panel. I spun the00:22:04
combination lock with trembling fingers.00:22:07
20 40 60. The lock clicked open. The00:22:11
door swung wide. The inside of the safe00:22:13
was dark and empty. I shoved the bag00:22:16
inside, my skin crawling at the00:22:18
continued warmth of the leather, at the00:22:20
way something inside shifted again with00:22:22
a wet organic sound. I slammed the safe00:22:26
door shut and spun the lock, the00:22:28
mechanical clicks feeling like the bars00:22:30
of a cage being set. And then I just00:22:33
stood there, my back pressed against the00:22:35
safe, my whole body shaking.00:22:39
The rest of the shift passed in a fog.00:22:42
I don't remember cleaning up the tea00:22:44
service from booth 3, but I must have00:22:47
because at some point I found myself00:22:48
washing the pot and cup at the sink, my00:22:51
hands moving on autopilot. The smell of00:22:54
antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing00:22:56
with the coffee and grease. I couldn't00:22:58
tell if it was real or if my mind had00:23:01
simply burned it into my sensory memory.00:23:04
No more customers came. The highway00:23:07
outside remained dark and empty. I stood00:23:10
behind the counter, my back to the safe00:23:12
and watched the clock drag itself toward00:23:14
dawn. At 6:00 a.m., the sky began to00:23:18
lighten.00:23:20
At 6:30, the first pink rays of sunrise00:23:23
crept across the parking lot. At 6:55,00:23:26
Marlene's car pulled into the lot. "I00:23:29
met her at the door, my jacket already00:23:32
on, my keys in my hand. "Everything00:23:35
okay?" she asked, lighting her first00:23:38
cigarette of the day. I wanted to00:23:40
scream. I wanted to grab her by the00:23:42
shoulders and demand to know what the00:23:44
hell I'd just experienced.00:23:46
But I looked at her exhausted, lined00:23:48
face at the grim acceptance in her eyes,00:23:51
and I knew she wouldn't tell me anything00:23:53
I didn't already know.00:23:55
Fine, I heard myself say. Everything was00:23:58
fine. She nodded once like she'd00:24:01
expected exactly that answer. Same time00:24:04
tonight.00:24:06
Yeah, same time. I drove home as the sun00:24:10
rose over the Ohio fields, my hands00:24:12
clenched on the steering wheel. My00:24:15
apartment was exactly as I'd left it.00:24:17
Bills still stacked on the kitchen00:24:18
table, dirty dishes still in the sink.00:24:22
Everything was normal. Everything was00:24:24
exactly the same, except I could still00:24:27
smell it. I stripped off my clothes and00:24:30
shoved them in the washer. But even00:24:32
after I'd showered twice, scrubbing my00:24:34
skin raw, I could still smell it.00:24:37
Antiseptic and copper, hospital and00:24:40
blood. It clung to me like a stain I00:24:43
couldn't wash away. A mark that said I'd00:24:45
been somewhere I shouldn't have been,00:24:47
seen something I shouldn't have seen. I00:24:50
lay in bed as morning turned to00:24:52
afternoon, staring at the ceiling,00:24:54
unable to sleep.00:24:57
That night, I'd be back. The door would00:25:00
chime at 3:33 a.m. and I would do it all00:25:03
over again.00:25:05
The ritual became routine by the third00:25:07
night. I learned to recognize the signs.00:25:11
At 3:30 a.m., the diner would change.00:25:14
The fluorescent lights would seem to00:25:16
dim, their buzz dropping to a lower00:25:18
frequency. The highway noise would fade00:25:21
as if the world outside was holding its00:25:23
breath. and I would start making the00:25:25
tea, my hands moving through the motions00:25:28
before the clock even reached 3:33.00:25:31
She came every night, always at exactly00:25:34
3:33 a.m., always the same entrance, the00:25:39
same glide to booth 3, the same00:25:42
mechanical sipping of Earl Gray,00:25:45
always the same departure, leaving00:25:48
behind that warm, pliable leather bag.00:25:52
By the fifth night, I could handle the00:25:54
bag without the towel trembling in my00:25:56
grip. By the seventh, I could serve her00:25:59
tea without my heart hammering hard00:26:01
enough to crack ribs. I became an00:26:03
automaton, moving through the protocol00:26:06
with numb efficiency. Escort, serve,00:26:10
wait, store.00:26:12
The ritual was a script, and I was just00:26:14
an actor hitting my marks. But the00:26:17
horror didn't fade. It metastasized.00:26:21
I dreamed about the safe every time I00:26:23
tried to sleep. In my dreams, I would00:26:26
wake to the sound of metal groaning, and00:26:28
I'd know I'd know with absolute00:26:31
certainty that the safe door was00:26:33
swinging open on its own, that those00:26:35
bags were crawling out, dragging00:26:38
themselves across the diner floor with00:26:40
wet, organic sounds. I'd wake up00:26:43
gasping, the smell of antiseptic sharp00:26:45
in my nostrils, even though I was miles00:26:48
away in my apartment. The bags00:26:51
accumulated, one per night, seven bags00:26:54
by the end of the first week. By the00:26:56
second week, 14. I could hear them00:26:59
sometimes when I stood near the safe.00:27:01
Not sounds exactly, more like a00:27:04
pressure, a presence, the way you can00:27:06
feel someone standing behind you, even00:27:08
when you can't see them. I became00:27:10
obsessed. What was in them? The question00:27:14
aid at me during every waking hour. The00:27:16
rules said not to open them, not to00:27:18
shake them, but they didn't say I00:27:20
couldn't think about them. Couldn't00:27:22
imagine.00:27:24
The bags were warm and pliable, and00:27:26
something inside shifted when I moved00:27:28
them. Something organic, something that00:27:31
had weight and substance. And God help00:27:33
me, I thought I'd felt a pulse once, a00:27:36
slow, rhythmic throb against my palm00:27:39
through the leather. The other night,00:27:41
staff started to notice. A trucker named00:27:43
Jimmy asked me if I was feeling okay.00:27:46
You look like hell, kid. You sleeping?00:27:49
I'd lied. Said I was fine. But I'd00:27:52
caught my reflection in the coffee earn00:27:54
and he was right. My eyes had dark00:27:56
circles that looked like bruises. My00:27:58
skin had taken on a grayish cast. I00:28:01
looked like I was haunting the diner00:28:02
rather than working in it. On the 14th00:28:05
night, the fax machine rattled to life00:28:07
at 900 p.m. 3 hours before my shift00:28:10
properly started. The message was brief,00:28:13
printed in that anonymous corporate font00:28:15
that could have come from anywhere.00:28:17
Collection scheduled 0700 hours,00:28:20
November 16th. Maintain protocol.00:28:24
Safe must contain. Minimum 14 14 units00:28:29
at time of collection. Confirm receipt.00:28:33
I stared at the paper, my hands shaking.00:28:36
14 units. 14 bags.00:28:39
Tomorrow morning, someone would come and00:28:40
take them away. Take away whatever was00:28:43
inside those bags. Whatever had been00:28:45
seeping and shifting, and I called00:28:47
Marlene, breaking my own rule about not00:28:50
bothering her. "What is it?" she00:28:53
answered, her voice rough with sleep and00:28:56
cigarettes. "The collection tomorrow00:28:59
morning. What? What happens to them?" A00:29:03
long pause, the hiss of her exhaling00:29:05
smoke. Not your concern, Marlene. What's00:29:09
in the bags, Leo? Her voice went flat.00:29:13
Final. You want to keep this job? Stop00:29:16
asking questions. Do your shift. Follow00:29:18
the protocol. Cash your checks. That's00:29:20
it.00:29:22
She hung up. I stood in the empty diner,00:29:25
the facts still warm in my hand and00:29:27
realized I was going to look. The00:29:30
compulsion was overpowering,00:29:31
irresistible. Tomorrow morning, those00:29:34
bags would be gone. And I'd never know.00:29:37
I'd spend the rest of my life wondering00:29:38
what I'd been storing, what I'd been00:29:40
handling, what had been pulsing against00:29:42
my palm through worn leather. Tonight,00:29:46
I'd look tonight. Just a glimpse. Just00:29:49
enough to know. The shift dragged by00:29:52
with agonizing slowness.00:29:55
I served the usual late night crowd.00:29:58
Truckers, insomniacs, a state trooper on00:30:01
his meal break.00:30:02
Normal people living normal lives,00:30:05
completely unaware that in a few hours00:30:07
something impossible would walk through00:30:09
that door. At 3:30 a.m., I made the tea.00:30:13
My hands were steadier than they'd been00:30:14
in days. I felt calm, decided. After she00:30:19
left, after I stored the 15th bag, I00:30:21
would open the safe again. I would look00:30:23
inside. Just a quick look. What could it00:30:27
hurt? The bags were inanimate objects.00:30:30
They couldn't do anything to me.00:30:32
At 3:33 a.m., the door chime rang. She00:30:36
entered as always, that fluid, unnatural00:30:40
glide. The pristine hospital gown00:30:42
whispering against the lenolium, the00:30:44
heavy doctor's bag pulling her gate00:30:46
slightly crooked. The smell rolled in00:30:49
with her, antiseptic and old copper,00:30:52
sharp enough to sting my sinuses.00:30:54
I gestured to booth three. She moved. I00:30:58
served the tea. She began to drink,00:31:01
those slow mechanical sips, her vacant00:31:04
blue eyes staring at nothing. I00:31:07
retreated to the counter and gripped its00:31:08
edge, counting down the minutes. 1500:31:11
minutes. Just 15 more minutes, and she'd00:31:15
be gone, and I could. Her head turned.00:31:19
It wasn't a natural movement. Her body00:31:22
remained perfectly still, but her head00:31:24
rotated on her neck like it was mounted00:31:26
on a swivel. Too far, too smooth. Those00:31:29
vacant eyes locked onto mine and her00:31:32
lips began to part. No, no, no, no. Not00:31:37
tonight. Not when I was planning to00:31:39
break the rules anyway. Not when I was00:31:41
this close to Her mouth stretched wider,00:31:45
wider. The corners of her lips pulled00:31:47
back past where lips should be able to00:31:49
go. The skin stretching but not tearing,00:31:52
just extending like rubber. Her gums00:31:55
were too high, exposed and bloodless and00:31:58
wrong.00:31:59
Then I saw the teeth. They weren't human00:32:02
teeth. They were too numerous, arranged00:32:05
in rows like a shark's, needle thin and00:32:08
jagged. They went back too far,00:32:10
disappearing into the dark void of her00:32:12
throat. As I watched, transfixed with00:32:15
horror, that throat began to pulse, to00:32:18
undulate, like something was moving up00:32:20
from deep inside her. It was the exact00:32:23
smile from appendix B, the exact diagram00:32:27
I'd studied with morbid fascination. And00:32:29
now I was seeing it in reality. Those00:32:32
rows of teeth, that impossible stretch00:32:34
of skin. And I understood with perfect00:32:36
clarity that the person who'd drawn that00:32:38
diagram had been sitting exactly where I00:32:41
was standing, had seen exactly what I00:32:43
was seeing, and had somehow survived00:32:45
long enough to document it. My mind00:32:48
screamed at me to look away, to find my00:32:50
reflection. The coffee urn was right00:32:52
there on the counter, polished steel. I00:32:55
could see my own distorted face in its00:32:57
surface. Rule four. Follow rule four.00:33:01
Look at your reflection until the00:33:03
doorchime sounds twice, but I couldn't00:33:05
move. I was locked in her gaze, in that00:33:09
terrible smile. Something in that smile00:33:12
was calling to me, pulling at something00:33:14
deep in my brain. And I wanted, God help00:33:17
me. I wanted to see what would happen00:33:18
next. what that pulsing thing in her00:33:21
throat was. What would emerge if I just00:33:24
kept watching? She began to stand. The00:33:27
movement broke the spell. I gasped,00:33:30
stumbling backward, and she was rising00:33:32
from the booth with that same mechanical00:33:34
precision, but the smile wasn't fading.00:33:36
She was standing now, fully upright, and00:33:39
that smile was still there, those rows00:33:41
of teeth still visible, and she was00:33:43
beginning to move toward me. Rule five.00:33:48
What was rule five? My brain felt like00:33:51
it was moving through molasses. Rule00:33:53
five, if you fail, rule four, don't00:33:57
flee. Open the safe. Retrieve the most00:34:00
recent bag. Offer it back. My hands00:34:04
fumbled with the panel hiding the safe.00:34:06
I spun the combination lock, fingers00:34:09
slipping on the dial. 20, 40, 60. The00:34:13
lock clicked. I yanked the door open and00:34:16
looked inside. I shouldn't have looked.00:34:18
Rule two said don't open the bags. It00:34:21
didn't say anything about not looking in00:34:22
the safe. But I should have known. I00:34:24
should have understood that some things00:34:26
once seen can never be unseen. There00:34:29
were 15 bags. They were arranged neatly00:34:32
on the safe's shelves. Oldest in back,00:34:35
newest in front. But they weren't still.00:34:37
They were moving, pulsing in rhythm with00:34:40
each other like they were breathing. And00:34:42
they were leaking. Dark fluid seeped00:34:44
from the seams where the leather had00:34:46
cracked with age, pooling at the bottom00:34:48
of the safe. But it wasn't blood. It was00:34:51
too dark, too viscous, and it moved00:34:54
wrong, creeping up the sides of the bags00:34:56
like it was alive, like it was trying to00:34:59
hold them together. One of the older00:35:01
bags in the back had split partially00:35:03
open. Through the gap, I could see00:35:06
inside. There were fingers, human00:35:09
fingers, pale and bloodless, but they00:35:12
were moving, flexing slowly, like they00:35:15
were testing their range of motion. And00:35:17
beyond them, deeper in the bag, I could00:35:20
see the curve of something larger.00:35:23
Something with skin that looked too00:35:24
smooth, too perfect. Something with an00:35:28
eye opened inside the bag, looked00:35:31
directly at me. I made a sound I'd never00:35:35
made before. something between a scream00:35:38
and a sob.00:35:40
My hand shot into the safe on pure00:35:42
instinct, grabbing the newest bag from00:35:45
the front shelf. It was warm, warmer00:35:48
than the others. And the moment I00:35:50
touched it, all 15 bags pulsed together,00:35:53
a unified contraction that made the dark00:35:55
fluid slosh and spray. I spun around,00:35:59
holding the bag out in front of me with00:36:01
both hands. She was right there, 3 ft00:36:04
away, still smiling.00:36:06
Up close, I could see that the smile00:36:08
wasn't just teeth. Inside that dark00:36:11
throat, things were moving, writhing. I00:36:14
could hear a wet, slithering sound, and00:36:16
I realized with dawning horror that she00:36:19
was preparing to. I thrust the bag00:36:22
toward her, my arm shaking so violently00:36:24
I nearly dropped it. "Take it," I00:36:27
whispered, my voice cracking. "Take it00:36:30
back, please."00:36:33
For a moment, an eternal terrible00:36:35
moment, nothing happened. Then her hand00:36:38
moved. It reached out. Those fingers too00:36:41
long and too smooth. No fingerprints, no00:36:44
lines, just flawless porcelain skin.00:36:48
Her hand closed over mine where I00:36:50
gripped the bag's handle. The cold was00:36:52
instantaneous and absolute. It shot up00:36:55
my arm like liquid nitrogen, and I felt00:36:57
something crack inside me, some part of00:37:00
my mind that couldn't process what was00:37:02
happening. Her fingers tightened,00:37:04
pressing into my skin. And I felt I saw00:37:08
a surgical theater, bright lights, a00:37:11
woman screaming on a table, something00:37:14
being pulled from her, something that00:37:15
shouldn't exist, something wrong. Hands00:37:18
and medical gloves holding it up. It00:37:20
opened its eyes. It smiled. I gasped and00:37:24
I was back in the diner. She had the00:37:26
bag. She was turning, gliding back00:37:28
toward the door. The smile was fading,00:37:31
her lips returning to that perfect00:37:33
impassive line. The door chime rang00:37:36
once, twice. She was gone. I collapsed00:37:40
against the counter, my legs giving out.00:37:43
My right hand, where she touched me, was00:37:45
gray. not bruised, gray like frostbite,00:37:49
but the discoloration was in the exact00:37:51
shape of her fingers. Five perfect00:37:54
impressions burned into my skin. The00:37:56
safe door was still open behind me. I00:37:59
could hear the bags pulsing, breathing,00:38:01
that wet organic sound filling the00:38:03
diner. At 7 a.m., someone would come to00:38:07
collect them, and I would have to00:38:09
explain why there were only 14.00:38:12
She stood before me, 3 ft away, and the00:38:15
world condensed to that single point of00:38:17
space between us. The bag trembled in my00:38:20
outstretched hands, my arms shaking so00:38:22
violently I could hear my joints00:38:24
creaking. The gray mark on my right hand00:38:27
throbbed with a cold that went deeper00:38:29
than skin, deeper than bone, sinking00:38:32
into some part of me I didn't have a00:38:34
name for. Her smile had finally faded,00:38:37
her lips returning to that perfect00:38:39
impassive line. But her eyes, those vast00:38:44
vacant blue eyes, remained locked on00:38:46
mine. Not looking at me, I understood00:38:49
now. Looking through me, into me,00:38:52
reading something written in my cells00:38:54
that I couldn't access myself. For a00:38:56
long moment, an eternity compressed into00:38:59
seconds. Nothing happened. The diner was00:39:02
absolutely silent. The fluorescent00:39:04
lights had stopped buzzing. The00:39:06
refrigerator's hum had ceased. Even the00:39:09
distant sound of trucks on I77 had00:39:12
vanished, as if the highway itself had00:39:14
been erased from existence. We stood in00:39:16
a pocket of frozen time, her and me and00:39:19
the bag between us. And I understood00:39:21
that this was the moment where my future00:39:23
would be decided. Then her hand moved.00:39:27
It reached out with that same mechanical00:39:29
precision I'd seen her use to lift the00:39:31
teacup. Fingers extending in a smooth00:39:34
arc. Those fingers were too long. I saw00:39:37
now. The proportions were wrong. Each00:39:40
digit stretched just slightly beyond00:39:42
what human anatomy should allow. No00:39:45
fingerprints marked the poreless00:39:47
surface. No lines creased the palms. It00:39:50
was a hand sculpted by someone who'd00:39:52
studied human anatomy, but had never00:39:54
actually been human. Her hand closed00:39:57
over mine where I gripped the bag's00:39:59
leather handle. The cold was00:40:01
instantaneous00:40:02
and absolute.00:40:04
It shot up my arm like liquid nitrogen00:40:06
injected directly into my veins, and I00:40:09
felt something inside me crack. Not00:40:11
physically, but in some other dimension00:40:13
of existence I'd never known I occupied.00:40:17
The gray mark on my hand flared with00:40:19
agony, and I realized it wasn't just00:40:21
discoloration.00:40:23
It was a brand, a mark of ownership, a00:40:26
signature written in frozen flesh that00:40:28
said, "This one has been touched. This00:40:32
one has been claimed." Her fingers00:40:35
tightened, pressing into my skin, and00:40:38
the world lurched sideways. I saw a00:40:42
surgical theater, bright lights, too00:40:45
bright, hanging from the ceiling like00:40:47
judging eyes. A woman on the table, her00:40:50
hospital gown identical to the one she00:40:52
wore. The woman screaming, but I can't00:40:55
hear it. The sound is swallowed by00:40:58
something else. Some presence in the00:41:00
room that eats noise and light and hope.00:41:02
Medical gloved hands reach into her,00:41:05
pulling something out, something small00:41:07
and writhing, something that shouldn't00:41:09
exist. It opens its eyes. They're blue,00:41:13
vacant, endless. It smiles. Too many00:41:17
teeth.00:41:18
The doctors stagger back. One of them is00:41:21
making a sound like prayer. The thing on00:41:24
the table, the woman, she's not moving00:41:27
anymore. But the thing they pulled from00:41:30
her, that impossible birth, it's00:41:32
growing, changing, becoming something00:41:36
beautiful and terrible. And I gasped,00:41:38
and I was back. The diner solidified00:41:41
around me. The fluorescent lights00:41:43
resumed their buzz, but now it sounded00:41:45
like screaming. The refrigerator kicked00:41:48
back on, its hum like grinding bones.00:41:51
The highway's distant roar was a chorus00:41:53
of the damned. She had the bag. Her hand00:41:56
had released mine, and she was holding00:41:59
the warm, pliable leather like it00:42:01
weighed nothing. The smile didn't00:42:03
return. She simply turned, that00:42:06
unnatural fluid grace carrying her00:42:08
toward the door. And I understood that00:42:11
whatever had just passed between us,00:42:13
whatever violation of reality had00:42:15
occurred, she considered the transaction00:42:17
complete. The door chime rang once,00:42:20
twice. She was gone. My legs gave out. I00:42:24
collapsed against the counter, sliding00:42:27
down until I was sitting on the floor,00:42:29
my back pressed against the cabinet00:42:30
doors. My right hand was throbbing, and00:42:33
when I looked at it, the gray mark had00:42:36
spread. It was no longer just the shape00:42:38
of her fingers. It had crept up past my00:42:41
wrist, a web of frost bitten00:42:43
discoloration that looked like cracks in00:42:45
ice. When I flexed my fingers, I could00:42:47
feel the cold radiating from deep00:42:49
within, as if my bones had been replaced00:42:52
with frozen metal. The safe door was00:42:54
still open behind the counter. I could00:42:56
hear the remaining 14 bags breathing,00:42:59
that wet organic sound that would haunt00:43:01
me forever. I forced myself to stand,00:43:05
forced my shaking legs to support my00:43:06
weight, and stumbled over to close it.00:43:09
The bags pulsed as I approached, a00:43:11
synchronized contraction that made the00:43:13
dark fluid slosh and spray. I slammed00:43:16
the door shut and spun the lock, the00:43:18
mechanical clicks sounding like a cell00:43:20
being sealed. Then I just stood there,00:43:23
gripping the counter, waiting for dawn.00:43:26
No more customers came. The rest of the00:43:28
shift passed in a fog of shock and pain.00:43:31
I couldn't stop staring at my hand at00:43:34
the gray marks spreading like frost00:43:36
across my skin. I couldn't stop feeling00:43:39
the echo of that memory. That terrible00:43:42
vision of something being born from a00:43:44
place it shouldn't exist. Something that00:43:46
wore beauty like a mask over an abyss.00:43:48
At 6:55 a.m., headlights swept across00:43:52
the parking lot. But it wasn't Marlene's00:43:54
car. It was a black sedan, anonymous and00:43:57
corporate. The kind of vehicle that00:43:59
looked like it had never been driven by00:44:00
anyone who laughed or cried or felt00:44:03
anything at all. It pulled up to the00:44:05
front door and a man got out. He was00:44:08
wearing a gray suit that matched the00:44:09
color of my frost bitten hand. He was00:44:12
maybe 40, maybe 60. His face had that00:44:15
bland, forgettable quality that made it00:44:17
impossible to assign an age. He carried00:44:20
a leather briefcase, old and worn, and00:44:23
when he walked into the diner, his shoes00:44:25
made no sound on the lenolium.00:44:27
"Morning," he said. His voice was flat,00:44:31
inflectionless.00:44:32
I'm here for the collection. I just00:44:35
stared at him, my hand throbbing. He00:44:38
walked past me to the safe and I00:44:40
realized he already knew the00:44:42
combination. He spun the lock with00:44:45
practiced ease. 20 40 60. The door00:44:48
opened. The bags inside pulsed once,00:44:51
then went still as if they recognized00:44:53
him. Recognized authority. He counted00:44:56
them. I watched his lips move silently.00:45:00
When he finished, he looked at me for00:45:02
the first time. Really looked at me. And00:45:05
I saw something in his bland eyes that00:45:07
might have been sympathy or might have00:45:09
been contempt.00:45:11
14, he said. The fact specified minimum00:45:14
14. You're exactly at minimum. I had to.00:45:20
My voice cracked. She took one back. I00:45:23
had to give it back.00:45:25
He nodded like this was a story he'd00:45:27
heard before.00:45:29
Rule five, remediation protocol.00:45:32
He pulled a towel from his briefcase,00:45:35
the same kind of white dish towel we00:45:36
kept under the counter, and began00:45:38
removing the bags from the safe. They00:45:41
moved when he touched them, responding00:45:43
to his hands with a disturbing00:45:44
eagerness, but he handled them with the00:45:47
casual competence of someone who'd done00:45:49
this a thousand times.00:45:52
When the safe was empty, he set his00:45:54
briefcase on the counter and opened it.00:45:56
Inside were stacks of cash bound with00:45:59
paper bands and a single laminated00:46:01
sheet. "Your continuation bonus," he00:46:04
said, pulling out an envelope for00:46:07
maintaining protocol under duress. He00:46:09
pushed it toward me. I didn't touch it.00:46:13
He pulled out the laminated sheet. "Your00:46:15
updated procedures."00:46:17
I looked at it and my blood turned to00:46:19
ice. It was the same five rules typed in00:46:23
the same clinical font, but appendix A00:46:26
had changed. The old Polaroid of her00:46:29
sitting in booth 3 was gone. In its00:46:31
place was a new photograph taken from00:46:33
behind the counter looking toward the00:46:35
booth. I was in the photo, blurred00:46:38
mid-motion, making coffee. My face was00:46:41
turned away from the camera, but I00:46:43
recognized the gray long-sleeve shirt00:46:45
I'd been wearing last week. recognized00:46:47
the way I stood with my weight on my00:46:49
left foot and sitting in booth three,00:46:52
clear as day, perfectly in focus, was00:46:55
the expressionless.00:46:57
She was looking directly at the camera,00:46:59
directly at whoever would be reading00:47:01
this new version of the rules. Her00:47:04
vacant blue eyes seemed to stare out00:47:05
from the photograph, and her mouth was00:47:07
open in the beginning of a smile.00:47:10
"I don't understand," I whispered.00:47:14
You're part of the documentation now.00:47:16
The collection agent said he was loading00:47:19
the bags into his briefcase with00:47:21
methodical efficiency.00:47:23
The rules require photographic evidence00:47:25
of the subject's presence. The previous00:47:27
photo was from 1987. We needed an00:47:30
update. You provided it by being present00:47:32
during her visit. But I didn't take this00:47:35
picture. The diner did. Automatic00:47:38
surveillance triggered by certain00:47:40
events. He closed his briefcase. the00:47:43
latches clicking shut with a sound like00:47:46
bone breaking. The previous employee is00:47:49
also in a photo, the one before that,00:47:51
too. Back and back, decade after decade.00:47:55
You're part of the procedure now. Part00:47:57
of the documentation, part of the00:47:58
transaction.00:48:00
He picked up his briefcase and walked00:48:02
toward the door. At the threshold, he00:48:05
paused. You'll want to quit, he said,00:48:08
not looking back. They all do, but you00:48:11
won't because now you know what's in the00:48:13
bags. Now you've seen what's being00:48:15
collected. And you understand that if00:48:18
this diner closes, if the ritual stops,00:48:21
those things don't just disappear. They00:48:24
go somewhere else. Somewhere without00:48:26
rules, somewhere without protocol.00:48:30
The door chime rang as he left. At 7:0000:48:33
a.m., Marlene arrived. She looked at me,00:48:36
at my gray hand, at the empty safe, at00:48:38
whatever my face was showing, and lit a00:48:41
cigarette with hands that shook just00:48:42
slightly. The agent came, she said.00:48:46
Statement, not question.00:48:49
Marlene, I can't do this anymore. I00:48:53
can't. Come with me. She drove us to her00:48:56
house, a small ranch in a neighborhood00:48:58
where all the lawns were the same size00:49:00
and all the cars were the same age.00:49:03
Inside, everything was covered in a thin00:49:06
layer of cigarette ash and resignation.00:49:09
She sat me down at her kitchen table and00:49:11
went to a drawer. When she came back,00:49:13
she was holding an envelope. She slid it00:49:15
across the table. It was thick, heavy00:49:18
with cash. "They anticipated that you'd00:49:21
want to quit," she said. "The bonus,00:49:24
triple your monthly rate, for your00:49:26
continued discretion."00:49:28
I opened the envelope with shaking00:49:30
hands. The cash was real, crisp bills.00:49:33
More money than I'd seen in months.00:49:35
Enough to pay my rent for half a year.00:49:38
Enough to make the student loan payments00:49:39
I'd been dodging. Enough to survive. I00:49:43
can't. You saw the photo, Marlene said.00:49:47
Her voice was flat, exhausted. But00:49:49
underneath, I heard something else.00:49:51
Something like sympathy, something like00:49:53
shared damnation. You're in it now. Part00:49:57
of the procedure. That means they know00:49:59
you. They've documented you and the00:50:01
corporation. They don't like loose ends.00:50:04
What happened to the guy before me? She00:50:07
took a long drag on her cigarette. He00:50:09
tried to quit. Properly quit. Walked00:50:12
out, changed his number, moved two00:50:15
states over. She exhaled smoke like a00:50:17
sigh. They found him anyway. Not the00:50:21
corporation. Her. She found him. Marlene00:50:25
looked at me with eyes that had seen too00:50:27
much. They brought his body back here.00:50:30
The corporation did put it in the back00:50:32
office for me to find. There was a note.00:50:35
Insufficient completion of service00:50:37
contract. His face. She stopped, shook00:50:41
her head. He'd been smiling. That smile00:50:45
frozen that way. My gray hand throbbed.00:50:49
You follow the rules. Marlene said, "You00:50:52
do your shifts, you take the money, and00:50:55
you survive. That's it. That's all any00:50:58
of us can do. I took the money.00:51:02
Two weeks later, I was back on the night00:51:04
shift. The gray mark on my hand had00:51:07
stopped spreading, settling into a00:51:09
permanent stain that reached halfway up00:51:11
my forearm. I told people it was a00:51:13
birthark. Told myself the same lie. The00:51:16
entity returned on schedule, always at00:51:19
3:33 a.m., always the same ritual. But00:51:23
something had changed. On the third00:51:25
shift after the collection, she arrived00:51:27
as usual. I made the tea. She sat in00:51:30
booth three. She drank with those00:51:32
mechanical sips. And then, as she00:51:35
reached the bottom of the cup, her head00:51:37
turned toward me. Her lips began to00:51:39
part. The smile stretched across her00:51:42
face, those rows of needle-like teeth00:51:44
catching the fluorescent light, the dark00:51:47
void of her throat pulsing with00:51:49
something I refused to name. The coffee00:51:52
urn was right there on the counter,00:51:54
polished steel, my reflection clearly00:51:56
visible in its curved surface. I could00:51:59
have looked at it, could have followed00:52:01
rule four, could have saved myself from00:52:04
the connection, from the00:52:05
acknowledgement, from whatever terrible00:52:07
intimacy that smile created. I didn't.00:52:12
I looked directly at her, meeting those00:52:14
vacant blue eyes, and I simply waited.00:52:17
My face was calm, numb, resigned.00:52:22
I'd crossed a threshold somewhere in the00:52:24
past weeks, stepped over a line I00:52:26
couldn't see, but could feel beneath my00:52:28
feet. And on this side of that line, the00:52:30
rules didn't matter the way they used00:52:31
to. Fear didn't matter the way it used00:52:34
to. I'd become what the job required, a00:52:37
numb automaton performing a ritual I no00:52:40
longer questioned. Her smile didn't00:52:42
waver. She held my gaze for a long00:52:45
moment, and I felt something pass00:52:46
between us. Recognition maybe, or00:52:50
acknowledgement of a different kind.00:52:52
Then she set down her cup, stood, and00:52:55
glided toward the door. The smile faded00:52:58
as she moved, her face returning to that00:53:00
perfect impassive mask. The door chime00:53:03
rang once, twice. She was gone. I picked00:53:08
up the bag with the towel. It was warm00:53:10
and pliable, alive with whatever horror00:53:13
it contained. I walked it to the safe,00:53:16
opened the door with the combination I00:53:17
could now spin without thinking, and00:53:20
placed it inside with the others. They00:53:22
pulsed in greeting, a family reunion of00:53:25
atrocities. I closed the door, spun the00:53:28
lock, leaned against it just for a00:53:30
moment, feeling the cold metal against00:53:32
my back. The smell of antiseptic didn't00:53:35
bother me anymore. It just smelled like00:53:37
work.00:53:39
I served the tea. I took the bag. I00:53:42
locked it away.00:53:44
The door chime rings at 3:33 a.m. It's00:53:47
always 3:33 a.m. I put the coffee on and00:53:51
I wait for my booth to be filled. The00:53:54
ritual continues. The transaction is00:53:56
maintained. And I'm part of the00:53:58
procedure now, documented and claimed.00:54:01
Just another face in a photograph that00:54:03
someone will study decades from now when00:54:06
I'm gone. And someone new is standing00:54:08
behind this counter, reading the rules00:54:11
for the first time, not yet00:54:13
understanding that some jobs don't end00:54:15
when you clock out. They just hollow you00:54:17
out until there's nothing left but the00:54:19
ritual itself and the smell of00:54:21
antiseptic that has become the smell of00:54:23
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