The EPC's Drones Take More Than Just the Leaves

The year is 2039. The Institute wound the clock back nine years. They may have also bumped us off the main timeline. I'm dragging the last clump of foliage across the chalk when the vacuum comes on. My eyeglasses begin floating up from me, joining the leaves and vanishing behind the chasm under the drone. Hey! The last time this happened, it was my wallet. There was nothing in it to start with, but it was a lesson with value. You can't fit inside a wallet.