On a cold October night at Rest Stop 9 off I-10 near Deming, Luna meets a woman in a worn blue parka who sits on a concrete bench, writing plate numbers in a spiral notebook. She has been tracking the same car for three years – a beige sedan with Nevada plates that appears on the last Friday of every month, always with the same dented bumper, always a different face behind the wheel. As the night deepens, the notebook reveals a pattern that doesn't make sense, and Luna realizes she has seen that car too, just once, two states away, on a road she never told anyone about. Quiet, creeping, ambient horror about coincidences that aren't coincidences.