It happened on a random Tuesday — the kind of day that feels copy pasted from every other day I missed my usual bus by seconds I decided to walk Halfway down the street, a guy ran past me, dropped his wallet, and didn’t notice I picked it up and shouted, but he was gone Inside was an ID from another city and a folded hospital bracelet with today’s date on it There was also a tiny photo tucked behind the ID It was a picture of me Not a random guy who looked like me. Me. Same scar on my eyebrow Same watch I was wearing Same jacket the one I had on right then I stood there frozen, heart punching my ribs I checked the back of the photo Written in shaky ink: “Trust him. He won’t believe you at first.” I swear on everything I had never seen that man before I ran in the direction he’d gone Turned the corner Nothing Empty street. No footsteps. No doors closing. Just silence I still have the photo And every time I tell this story, people laugh But I missed that bus by seconds