[ WP ] So as it turns out , when you blink , you take a screenshot of that moment in your life and it 's sent to the FBI . One day , they call you in and ask you about the screenshots on December 20th , 2013 .

WARNING: LONG 
 
 `` The what?'' 
 
 `` Do n't play dumb with me, Mr. Warkil. I know you heard me say `` the screenshots''.'' 
 
 `` I was n't even on a computer on that day. A phone at most. It was the'tech-free week' my friends invented in preparation for christmas.'' 
 
 `` Then explain these...'' his hand swept just above the table and let go of three printed images, each of them landing just in front of me. 
 
 After a solid minute of scanning them, I realized something was n't right. 
 
 `` These are photographs, not screenshots. How could these have been on a computer?'' 
 
 `` Well, that's usually what you call them.'' 
 
 I was now exponentially more confused and my face did not let me down in showing this. I knew what'screenshots' were in this instance, but that definition was unlikely, as I never told anyone. The only action I performed besides wondering what he meant was a single blink towards a wall to the right of him. 
 
 `` There's another one. ``, he said. 
 
 At least, I did n't *think* I told it to anyone. But here this very determined agent was, asking me about my, in theory, nonexistent'screenshots' with three of them as photographs right in front of me. I decided to co-operate for no reason other than the possibility that he explain something. 
 
 `` Well, okay. The first one was during the 2nd game of pictionary that me, Sarah, Malcolm and Yuri played. I still ca n't beleive she thought that was a'gerbil'.'' 
 
 I could n't help but giggle a bit when the agent scribbled and circled'Gerbil' onto his notepad before his industrial-strength stare convinced me to get back on track. 
 
 `` The second was when we were having dinner after the 3rd pictionary game''. 
 
 Sarah's single mom was in the background, her accounting work stacked on the dinner table's left hand side. 
 
 `` Too many onions: constant eye-rubbing is not good for someone who needs glasses.'' 
 
 `` 46 screenshots in one minute.'' 
 
 Now it was my turn to stare disapprovingly at him and I relished every moment, making sure to blink a few times. He apologised and returned to scribbling things down before asking a question. 
 
 `` How long was this one'', he pointed to Sarah's mom on the 2nd picture `` with you during dinner?'' 
 
 `` As far as I can tell, during the whole thing; though she was in the kitchen for a lot of it.'' 
 
 `` Did you hear any doors opening, see any strange containers or bags being shifted around?'' 
 
 `` Not that I remember. ``, I instinctively said. But then I anain saw Sarah's mom hunched over, dragging a blue crate. It was slightly in my peripheral vision, so it was a little blurry, but I remembered the slightly-obscured word on the side facing me: S_R_CA_. Horror pulled my arm hairs up with it's ghostly fingers and carressed me down the spine. Out of how long I irrationally tried to figure out what that word said, the word'SURGICAL' somehow never came to mind. 
 
 `` Mr. Warkil, we need you to go back there; find out anything else you can.'' 

