Part Two of a metamodern trilogy.

A horn sounds. I wake to find myself in the middle of the ocean, aboard a luxurious all‑inclusive cruise ship. Everything should be perfect, the sun, the cocktails, the endless horizon, yet something is wrong. Deeply wrong. And the woman I’ve befriended at the dinner table knows far too much about my life. More than she should. More than I do.

As we sail forward into a silence that feels rehearsed, memories begin to surface, fragment, and reassemble. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know how long we’ve been at sea. And I have absolutely no idea where we’re heading.

Even when you’ve met the characters before, some stories refuse to stay in one place. They manifest elsewhere. Another place. Another Time.