Elizabeth thought of the JPG's metadata again: "location: St. Mary's Clinic." That clinic sat three blocks from the river, the last place where people without addresses checked in. Filedot had matched names to addresses, but not to decisions.
"Did they leave?" she asked.
Tonight's query was small in appearance and enormous in consequence: a single JPG image, labeled "FTM_Elizabeth.jpg." The filename alone had routed it to her. Filedot's heuristics flagged the token "FTM"—for "file-to-match" in the old parlance, though some clerks used it for "female-to-male" when paperwork had changed hands across gendered markers. Either way, it tugged at the daemon's curiosity, and curiosity routed to a human. Filedot FTM Elizabeth jpg