Mara saw the same bus, same seat, three nights later. A man in a gray hoodie sat where the rabbit had been. He wasn’t looking at his phone. He was staring directly into the ceiling camera — smiling.

The downloader refreshed. A new line appeared at the bottom of the screen: Mara’s hands shook. She pressed Y.

Then the downloader kept going. Past 48 hours. Past a week.

Mara heard a bus engine rumble outside her window. Route 66 was not scheduled for her street. But the downloader didn’t lie.

She turned around anyway. The rear door of her office was open. The rabbit lay on the floor.

Then her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number:

She unplugged the drive. The screen went dark. The rumble stopped.

Mara was a lost-and-found clerk. She didn’t need police work. She needed to find a little girl’s stuffed rabbit, left on the 47 last Tuesday.