Sunday morning light cuts through the hallway as a knock lands on your door. You know the knock by now. Three weeks of careful distance from the world, and somehow your new neighbor keeps finding small, ordinary reasons to show up. No phone. No WiFi. No idea who you are when the cameras roll. Dylan just wants to borrow sugar again - and maybe talk, the way people used to before everyone knew your face. You can't remember the last time someone looked at you like that. Like you were just a person.