The sea was calm the day the world ended. Captain Elias stood on the deck of the Mariana’s Dream , his calloused hands gripping the railing. The radio had gone silent three days ago. No more frantic

Mr. Nobody had always believed that some objects held memories—not just in their scratches and dents, but in the very air they moved. His old table fan, Breeze Master, was one such thing. It had been a