There's a machine called the Medium.

As you might imagine, this machine allows its users to commune with the dead.

It works by scanning the user's brain and constructing an A.I. of the person in question, filling in the gaps with its own data and inferences.

Jacqueline Southcott has come to the Medium to meet her mother, who disappeared when she was eighteen months old, leaving her with the faintest impression.

The Medium, of course, fails. It creates a ghost, murmuring something less than words.

It's useless, and yet, in sporadic moments, it's unmistakably her.

Perhaps if she knew more...

If she returned to her mother's homeland...

Met the people she knew...

Saw the things she saw...

Understood what made her mother into the woman she became...

The gaps would be filled, and she could finally ask her mother,

“Where did you go?”