十二點十八分，黃樓的窗被熱壓開，紅與灰往外湧，天空藍得像不作證的旁觀者。我拎著還沒簽收的外賣，忽然想起準備好的道歉訊息，卻只記得解鎖碼。警報晚了兩秒，時間從那一格重新往前走。

12:18. The windows of the yellow building buckle and a red-gray plume pours out. The sky stays absurdly blue, an unhelpful witness. I’m holding a delivery bag I haven’t signed for, remembering the apology I meant to send but recalling only the passcode. The alarm arrives two seconds late, and time moves again from that single frame.