Because her grandfather had worked on the original film as a boom operator. He'd kept a battered production notebook filled with margin notes and a contact list of names no longer traceable. He'd also left her one other thing: a small, hand-burned DVD with no label and an etching on the hub—28YL. He'd told her, once, when she was nine and the television was static, that some stories need a guardian. She had believed him, enough to keep the disc.