The first frame was a title card in a serif font: MONDO 64 — NO. 139. Then the screen bled into a street at twilight. The camera moved with a wobbly intimacy, like someone holding a camcorder in one gloved hand, scouting through a city that felt both familiar and wrong. Neon reflected on puddles; a dog barked far off. A train screamed by, and for a moment Jonah thought: 1994. Or 2004. Or maybe never.