When faced with recurrent situations of loss, departure, or longing, time can feel as though it has been suspended, and actions seem to lose their grounding. In these moments, is it the existence of a presence lost that we are searching for? Can this presence ever be regained by looking? For those who have gone missing, or those living with Alzheimer’s disease, is existence a case of rediscovering previous ways of life? Or is it about the awakening of more deeply buried and long-lost memories?