Soren Harris can't remember what the world was like before it ended. And it doesn't really bother him until he begins finding pieces of it that don't make any sense, things that shouldn't be possible. An address he didn't write, yet it's penned in his hand. His sister's face on a poster, printed and abandoned to weather before she was even born. And accompanying them all is the inescapable feeling that he's seen them before. . .