It was three in the morning when I found the thumbnail. The rest of the recommended grid was the usual late-night detritus—ghost hunting compilations, unboxing videos, ASMR rainfall. But one thumbnail was different. It showed a room I knew. Or thought I knew. The camera angle was from inside a closet, peering out through the slats at a bed with a sleeping figure. The title said 'Oak Street, Room 12, July 14th, 2023.' That was my old apartment on Oak Street. That was my bedroom. And I had never owned a camera. What followed was a rabbit hole of other thumbnails, each one a room I had slept in, a motel I had stayed at, a friend's couch I had crashed on—all shot from the same perspective, all titled with the same deadpan date and address. This episode is about the video feed I never knew existed, and the figure I saw standing in the doorway just before I closed the laptop.