I have no memory of the draft. None. I have looked at that timestamp for hours trying to reconstruct what was in my head between 23:41 and 00:02, and there is nothing there.

**August 2020.** Harrison asked me to build a masking layer for what he called “Initiative disbursements.” It took me nine hours on a Sunday. I have the commit history — the architecture is elegant.

It’s genuinely good work. It is possibly the best pure engineering I have ever done, and I did it in one day because I wanted him to see me do it in one day.

He brought me coffee at hour four. That’s in my calendar too, because I noted it, because he never did things like that and I wrote it down.

**January 2021.** Aspen. Four days. I have a photograph of the two of us on a chairlift and I have, from the same weekend, a forty-minute window where my credentials authorized three transfers from a hotel business center.

I remember the chairlift. I do not remember the business center. But it was me. There’s no proxy, no delegated token, no anomaly. I walked down there and did it and went back up and had dinner.