I’m going room to room. With a videorecorder.
This isn’t like the scavenger hunts of my childhood. Instead of house to house for odd items, the quest is for happy memories — those of my patients. Pets, first loves, families.
Most don’t understand what’s happening. When daylight fades into dark, they become frightened. The electricity will come back on soon, I lie.
I need to finish the recordings before the ship arrives. For one last party. Sharing our lives.
Then we’ll do a time capsule.
For the next scavengers.