Outside, rain began to fall. And on the street below, idling under a broken streetlamp, a black cab with no driver hummed quietly, its meter already running.

Karan drives. Past Tower Bridge, past streets that loop into themselves. The passenger never speaks, but the backseat mirror shows a different face each time he glances—first old, then young, then no face at all.

Rohan never checked his download folder again.

He slammed his laptop shut.

The screen flickered. For a split second, Rohan saw his own living room reflected in the backseat window of the cab—himself, alone, mouthing the passenger's next line before she spoke it.

The film was cheap. Grainy. A Hindi-dubbed noir about a cab driver named Karan who picks up a woman with no shadow. She hands him a wet note that reads: Drive till the meter stops.

But sometimes, late at night, he hears a faint Hindi voice whisper from his hard drive: "Where to, sir?"