In the end Unlockerzip remained a cautionary ghost. It had shown the fragility of assumptions — that a gallery, like a map, is only useful so long as its labels remain true. But it had also revealed the sturdiness of a community that refused erasure. The Sergeant, watching a room of people telling the stories of objects that once seemed vulnerable, smiled once, as if measuring distance and finding it shorter than he expected. The gallery doors closed each night in trust now tempered with care; the frames gleamed under lights that had learned to watch more carefully.