Weekend.at.bernie's.1989.1080p.bluray.... — Subtitle

He double-clicked the text file. Instead of the usual timecodes and dialogue about insurance fraud and a dead boss, the text was... wrong. 00:00:01,000 --> 00:00:04,500 LEO, WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME?

The final line of the subtitle file sat static on the screen, the timestamp extending into infinity: subtitle Weekend.at.Bernie's.1989.1080p.BluRay....

00:01:00,000 --> 99:59:59,999 SMILE, LEO. PEOPLE WILL TALK IF WE DON'T LOOK LIKE WE'RE HAVING A GOOD TIME. He double-clicked the text file

The door creaked open. There, standing in the dim light of the hallway, was a man in a rumpled linen suit and a loud Hawaiian shirt. His skin was a waxy, pale blue, and his head leaned at an impossible angle against his shoulder. 00:00:01,000 --> 00:00:04,500 LEO, WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME

00:00:40,000 --> 00:00:45,000 IT’S HARD TO MOVE WHEN YOUR JOINTS ARE STIFF. HELP ME POSES.

Leo froze. A prank. It had to be. One of his tech-savvy friends had remote-accessed his rig. He scrolled down, his heart hammering against his ribs.

He wasn't wearing sunglasses. And he wasn't moving. He was just... waiting for Leo to come over and hold him up.