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*There should be a word for the inverse of deja vu, Andrew thinks as he crosses the street away from Central Park, squinting against the sun. A word for the way everything he passes seems to be sliding into place to form a tableau, a single moment he saw once through a door he couldn't step through.*

*Buses, taxis, pedestrians -- a car passes by, its radio playing something with a hip-hop beat, far too loud --*

*There. There.*

*Andrew steps onto the sidewalk and starts toward the mini-mart door, and toward the young man in a tuxedo who's standing just outside it, staring back through.*

*As the door closes:*

Hey.