Months later.
Everything was normal again.
At least—
That's what Ethan told himself.
He had recovered physically.
Returned to his routine.
Life moved on.
Just like it always did.
But sometimes—
At night—
He couldn't sleep.
Not because of fear.
But because of something else.
A feeling.
Like he had forgotten something important.
Something just out of reach.
Ethan stood in the airport terminal, staring at his boarding pass.
His grip tightened slightly.
He didn't like flying anymore.
But life didn't stop.
And neither did he.
"…Just a flight," he muttered.
"…Just a normal flight."
He stepped forward.
Boarding gate open.
Passengers moving.
Everything routine.
Then—
He glanced at the ticket again.
Flight Number:
NX-417
Ethan froze.
"…No," he whispered.
His heart started racing.
"…That's not possible."
He looked up slowly.
At the plane outside.
Same model.
Same structure.
Same feeling.
A voice echoed in his mind—
"You're not supposed to remember."
Ethan's breathing became uneven.
Then—
The lights flickered.
Just once.
Ethan's eyes widened.
And in the reflection of the glass—
For a split second—
He saw it.
The runway.
The darkness.
Waiting.
Then—
Everything returned to normal.
The boarding announcement played.
"Passengers for NX-417, please proceed—"
Ethan stood there.
Frozen.
One thought echoing in his mind—
Was it ever over?
(End of Novel)