There’s a sudden flurry of movement by the forest border, and she pivots to catch it, but it’s only a few elk. Separated from the herd? Charging out of the woods.

She freezes there, watching them, then turns back to look at the trees, expecting something else to appear behind them: wolves, or a bear, or even a moose. Something chasing them down. But there’s nothing to explain it and Maeve watches them until they disappear from view. Spooked, and cutting through the snow.

When they’re gone, she turns away from the window and unpacks Justin’s bag, putting everything on the counter of the kitchenette: camera, hard drive, SDs. She goes to turn the camera on, but it’s dead. Of course it’s dead: she rummages through the bag’s zipper compartments for an extra battery.

If nothing else, she knows Anna had the camera trained on her the night before she died, Maeve’s last dance in the lobby. The footage is worth a look. But there’s also whatever Sadie was doing with it. Secretly, with or without Sim. If Karo thought the thing was causing trouble, she must have had good reason. And that reason is likely on film.

There are two extra battery packs in the side pocket, one drained, one showing a 40 percent charge. Maeve slips the juiced battery into the camera and hits Play on the first card.

There’s a blast of sound and she almost jumps out of her skin—the volume is way up. She hits Stop, looks all around, then takes a breath. Turns the sound down. Starts again.

The dance footage is the first thing she sees. It’s the last thing that was recorded. The normalcy of watching herself dance on the little screen feels, at first, like a reprieve. But there’s a strangeness to the way it’s filmed—it goes in and out of focus, as though Anna were distracted, as though she were holding the camera but really watching something else. There’s some ambient noise and Maeve nudges the volume up a little. She can see herself and also a shadow reflection in the window. There, it’s not only Maeve in the frame but Sim too—his image growing larger in the glass until she sees the real Sim enter the shot, skirting the edge of Maeve’s space. He disappears where the mezzanine stairs begin, and a moment later, Maeve watches herself fall.

The screen goes black.