An hour in, a fragment presented a square room with a single red chair and a note pinned to the wall: Take a seat. Say the name. People in the audience shifted, suddenly attuned to the cadence of names. For reasons no one could explain, someone began to murmur a name—a name that belonged to a missing friend, to a parent, to a love that left and never explained itself. The murmurs multiplied, then settled like dust. The man with the plastic bag had tears on his beard.