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Strangers Who Remember Everything

The departure board just flipped to INDEFINITE DELAY and the gate agent locked the door from the outside with a polite smile and zero explanation. Ninety people scattered to other terminals — but you and eleven others were already past the secondary checkpoint, and now you are sealed in. The man two rows ahead of you has not looked at his phone once, which is strange, because his satellite phone is the only device in the room with a signal — and three people have already asked to borrow it, and he has said no to all three. Then he turns around, looks directly at you, and says your name.