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Jenna clicked Images first. Alycia at a protest in Portland, 2017. Alycia behind a counter at a record store that closed four years ago. Alycia in a faded green sweatshirt, arm around someone whose face was blurred for privacy. Jenna zoomed in on the sweatshirt. She’d bought that for Alycia at a flea market. She remembered the vendor saying, “This’ll outlive you.”

The cursor blinked on the dark screen, patient and indifferent.

Jenna’s chest tightened. Not because there were none—but because there were thousands . A face that wasn’t hers smiled back from thumbnail after thumbnail. Same sharp jawline. Same gap between her front teeth. But the eyes were wrong. Alycia’s eyes had always looked like they were about to laugh at something you didn’t understand.

Jenna typed it again, slower this time, as if the name might dissolve if she pressed too hard. Alycia Starr. Then she selected All Categories —images, news, videos, shopping, maps. Everything. As if Alycia might have hidden herself inside a product listing or a forgotten blog from 2009. Searching for- alycia starr in-All CategoriesMo...

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Here’s a short story inspired by that fragmented search query:

Maps showed nothing. No recent location. No check-ins. Just an old pin at an apartment they’d shared on North Sycamore. The street view showed a different couch on the porch now. Jenna clicked Images first

Jenna closed the laptop.

The cursor blinked.

Shopping was cruel. A vintage jacket listed as “Alycia Starr style.” A pair of boots “similar to those worn by musician Alycia Starr.” Jenna stared at a listing for a silver ring—the same one Alycia had lost in a lake when they were twenty-two. The seller had no idea. They just wanted $18.99 plus shipping. Alycia in a faded green sweatshirt, arm around

She sat in the dark for a long time, listening to the refrigerator hum. Then she opened the search again. Not for Alycia this time. She typed:

She moved to News . Nothing recent. A profile of Alycia’s band from a college radio station. A brief mention in a missing persons database— last seen March 14, 2019 . Jenna had filed that report. She knew the date better than her own birthday.

Videos showed a low-quality clip of Alycia playing an open mic. The sound was terrible, the guitar slightly out of tune. Jenna watched it three times. Alycia’s fingers moved like water over the strings.