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When Mars woke up, she was back in her apartment, the photograph on her nightstand now blank except for the outline of a cat stretching in a moonbeam. She opened her mouth to sing—and found she had forgotten every note of the lullaby. She tried to recall her grandmother’s face—and saw only a blur. A future phone never rang.

“Where’s the lock?” Mars asked.

“For what?” Mars asked.