Outside, the rain softened into a fog that clung to glass. The new injector clicked into place with the satisfying, small victory of precision. The harness snapped and the electrical theory reconciled with tactile fact. They started the engine. At first it was a cautious clearing of the throat, then a steady, eloquent beat. No hiccups. The dash calmed. The BD2 reading settled into an even bar, the waveform losing its jagged plea.