"Did you get it?" she asked, her voice thin through the tiny speakers.
It wasn't a movie. It was raw footage. The camera was shaky, held by someone walking through a field of high, yellow grass. You could hear the wind whipping against the microphone—a low, hollow roar. 18845-2.mp4
The video only lasted forty-two seconds. It ended abruptly when the first heavy drop of rain hit the lens, blurring the world into a smear of grey and green. Elias sat back. He didn’t remember filming it, and he didn't remember that specific day, but seeing made him feel the phantom weight of the old camcorder in his hand and the smell of ozone in the air. "Did you get it