The next afternoon she walked to the park in the photograph. The city was a lattice of glass and noise; the park was a stubborn patch of green refusing to be tamed. She followed the photo’s background — the statue with the missing finger, the lamppost with the graffiti heart. At the far end, an elderly man sat on a bench doing leg lifts without moving from his seat: lifting one knee, pausing, lowering. He wore a suit jacket and a faded sweatband. His shoes were the same worn sneakers.