The sound stopped. It was unusual, but not impossible. Any number of things could have happened but he felt like it was more than nothing.
The song was still playing. The tab wasn’t muted. He clicked along the music till it began to play again.
Was it related to the other post? The bubbles within bubbles? Had he shifted from one state to another?
He set to save things a bit more externally, as per the previous story. Things seemed different there too, “First archives” of things that had already been saved. “Stanley Apartment” “Lighthouse” “Jade” were ‘new’ but not “Ending” or “Media Room”
There was a request to change the music, from Sherlock’s waking up to the Sherlock and Doctor combined.
Things were still the same superficially. Supper at six. Why would that change? Different variations on time were more than just someone playing with variables. They had to be related.
He tried to make sure his own feedback was constructive and not destructive.
There were new things. Supper out the night before. A hand harp. A person no longer on a Thursday shift.
He felt closer and farther to certain stories. Not in time, but in state of mind.
He realized that the future would be working blind as well if the latest theory was closer to the truth.
The new dates were interesting. March 2017, May 2018.
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