Blotches of pale blue duskiness form a distressed halo around the soft ground where his body lies, and just as the sun rises above the mountainous view, the early light stretches out to highlight him. He stands, half shakily, squints and straightens out.
He shouldn't know. The same golden, picturesque hilltops. He looks around. The same dusky ground. His bicycle laid unanimated next to him.

He blinks. Suddenly in his mind it all comes back to him. Horrifying preminisions run backwards in his mind like a distorted film, like cogs and spinning tops dancing in his brain. It's all the same. Again. He can feel it all again with the sounds skipping inside of him. Something had gone wrong. He was here again.

Donnie frowns. It shouldn't be like this, he thinks and rubs his forehead. He stares out into the wide open space and pouts incontently. A minor fault. So small, but something had gone wrong. Donnie frustratedly looks around. It crosses his mind what could possibly happen now. Just to check that nothing would go wrong. Again.

He gulps and closes his eyes when he realises he could see her just one more time. But he can't. That would ruin everything for sure... and it tears at him.

When he had gone back, it had been eighteen hours too soon. And here he was, on Carpathian Ridge, again. It was a small miscalculation, but in eighteen hours so much could happen. He couldn't go back. The sunrise picked out his wet pupils. He turns to the shadows. In eighteen hours he could see her face just once more, hear her voice, touch her skin, but she doesn't even know he exists. Donnie scowls. He laughs. He's really pissed off. He knows he wouldn't be able to stop himself. She'd think he was mad! Why the hell could couldn't he just get the goddamn time right? Stupid, he mutters to himself. And he knows he can't go back, even as the valley beckons him he knows he'll never see Gretchen Ross again. At least she still had her life. Donnie cries inside knowing she'll never realise who he is. What he did for her. For everyone. But he can't show it, he thinks as his body drops limply to the plunging valley floor.

Even if nothing will ever be the same again.