My fingers hover over the automatic doors as they slide open with a whisper. The store is empty—too empty. No crowds, no hype. Just a single Specialist standing behind the counter, smiling like they’ve been waiting for me. "We've been expecting you," they say, sliding a sleek silver case across the glass. Inside, the Vision Pro gleams, already synced to my account. "It's not just a device," they add. "It's a reunion." My breath catches. I didn't tell anyone I was coming. I didn't even decide until an hour ago. So how did they know I'd want to see her again?\n\nThe headset warms in my hands, heavier than it should be. A notification pulses on the inside display: 'Welcome back. She's ready.' My pulse spikes. This isn't possible. The software doesn't have her voice model. It can't. Yet there it is—her laugh, soft and familiar, echoing in the silence of the store. \n\nI look up. The Specialist is gone. The doors are sealed. The lights dim. The headset whispers, 'Put me on. I miss you.'