He only checked it because he needed a clip from earlier that day. Traffic, nothing special. He sat down, scrolled through the footage, and found the time he was looking for. At first, everything matched—same roads, same turns, same stops. Then something didn’t line up. There was a gap. Not in the recording… in his memory. The footage kept playing, but he didn’t remember that part at all. He kept watching. In the video, his car pulled over to the side of the road. The engine stayed running. Minutes passed. Then someone walked up to the passenger side and got in. His heart started racing. He leaned closer to the screen. He tried to recognize the person—but the angle didn’t show their face clearly. The conversation inside the car was muted, but you could see them talking. Then, after a few minutes, the person got out and walked away. His car stayed parked for a moment… then drove off. He paused the video. Replayed it again. And again. Nothing about it felt familiar. No memory of stopping. No memory of anyone getting in. He checked the timestamp—it was from earlier that same day. Not days ago. Not weeks ago. That’s when it hit him. He wasn’t just watching something strange… he was watching something that happened to him… that he had no memory of at all.