You gently adjust the focus dials on the mnemo-scanner, widening the memory's perspective like pulling back a camera lens. The banquet hall expands to reveal shadowed alcoves and curtained doorways where other figures lurk at the edges of the event. Near the ice sculpture, a waiter with strangely mechanical movements keeps refilling glasses while angling his head toward Tanaka's conversation. His left eye glints with unnatural refraction - likely a corporate spy drone disguised as catering staff.

Your view snaps to the balcony as a champagne flute shatters on the marble floor. The blur-faced woman has stepped back into the shadows, but now you notice the silhouette of a tall figure leaning against the balcony railing behind her. His face remains frustratingly indistinct, though the perfect drape of his onyx-black suit suggests high-ranking security. One hand rests inside his jacket in a practiced posture you've seen in countless memory reconstructions - undoubtedly gripping a neural disruptor.

Back in the present, Tanaka makes a guttural noise as the memory takes another abrupt jump. Now you're looking at a security feed perspective - ceiling-mounted cameras revealing three additional observers: a janitor slowing his mopping near the executive table, a young intern pretending to check her tablet, and most disturbingly, a mirror on the far wall reflecting someone who shouldn't be there - your own reflection wearing archive credentials, observing this memory from some unknown future vantage point.