In the recording, the movie they were watching ended. Instead of turning off the camera, Kabir had flipped it around. He caught the three of them in a messy embrace, cheering because they had successfully wasted another Tuesday night before a major exam.

"If we forget," Saif’s voice came from off-camera, "someone just has to send the signal." "What signal?" "The movie. The one we just watched. It’s our code."

720p? Quality is terrible, bro. Kabir: Shut up, Saif. I still have that t-shirt. It’s in my attic. Saif: December? Kabir: December.