Eli follows the trail to a small city library archive where an older volunteer recognizes a face from one of the clips: a municipal clerk who'd vanished twenty years prior. She remembers a rumor: the clerk had been the keeper of terse notes—names, amounts, favors rendered. He kept everything in a metal box. "Nobody thought much of it," she says, "until people started to need to remember." The volunteer points them to a community near the river where the clerk’s niece runs a bakery. The niece hands Eli an envelope addressed to "The Finder."