Elias looked back at the driveway. The road he had driven up was gone, swallowed by a thick, silver mist. There was no city, no ocean, and no car. There was only the warm amber light of the lobby and the quiet hum of a building that felt like it was breathing. He looked at the key in his hand. It was room 404. "Is there a way back?" he whispered.

Elias turned and walked toward the stairs. Behind him, the front door clicked shut, and on a screen in a world he no longer belonged to, the search page updated.

"How did you know my name?" Elias asked, clutching his bag. "The website was a bit... glitchy."