Lady Jaye woke up, yet again, at 8:03 with the security guard's revelation resonating through her mind. Madame Fatima was dead. And with her, all hope of Lady Jaye learning how to end the day.

She heard Flint begin to stir next to her. Lady Jaye shut her eyes and pretended she was still asleep. She didn't have the energy to face the day again. She heard him get out of bed. Once she was sure he was in the bathroom, she sat up, grabbed her phone and turned it off. She then lay back down in her bed.

Flint came out of the bathroom and crawled back into bed with her. He lay there quietly until Beachhead made the PT announcement. He then gently shook her awake. "Al, we need to go. Beachhead called for an impromptu PT."

"Go on with out me," she said quietly. "I'm not feeling well."

"I don't think Beachhead is going to take too kindly to that. It's probably better to just get up and get it over with."

She rolled over and looked at him. "Please just go. I don't care what happens later, I can't do it right now."

Flint hesitated for a moment longer before he got up. "Okay. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Once he left her room, she got up and walked over to her dresser. She opened the jewelry box and took out the locket. As she looked at the initials on the back she came to a realization. The security guard had said that it had only been a few hours since Mrs. Richards had died. It was entirely possible that she was still alive.

Lady Jaye quickly got dressed and ran out of her room.

She arrived at the nursing home, which was much more inviting during the daylight hours. She tried to calm her beating heart as she approached the visitors' desk. She smiled at the older woman who was manning the desk. "I'm here to see Laura Richards."

The old woman beamed. "Oh! Laura will be so pleased. She hasn't had many visitors since she moved here. Room 346," the woman said as she handed Lady Jaye a visitors' badge.

"Thank you" Lady Jaye said and headed to the elevators. A short time later she was standing outside of the room. She raised her hand in a fist ready to knock, but she paused for a second. She was afraid she was going to find she was already too late, and she knew that she couldn't handle another disappointment.

She took a deep breath and knocked. She let out the breath when she heard a familiar voice call out, "Come in."

Lady Jaye walked in and wondered if the old woman would remember her. She debated how to start the conversation, but Laura beat her to it. "I've been waiting for you," she said. "It's been what? A week?"

Lady Jaye stopped in her tracks. That was a question she hadn't been expecting. "You know about the repeating day?"

"Of course I do. Isn't that why you're here?"

"Yes, but I didn't think…" she shook her head and decided to cut right to the chase. "It doesn't matter. What can I do to stop it?"

"Are you sure you want it to stop?" Laura asked. She shifted in the chair she was sitting in.

"Yes. I can't keep waking up in the morning next to Dash only to watch him die a few hours later." The woman didn't respond, so Lady Jaye continued to talk. "I've tried everything. I warned him ahead of time, I tried talking to some of my friends about it, I've tried to run away from it, and I even tried killing myself. And yet I wake up every damn morning at 8:03 to watch the day unfold again."

"And you believe that I have the power to stop it?" the old woman asked.

"I didn't at first. But once I found the locket, I knew."

"So I imagine you've accepted my powers?"

Lady Jaye felt her anger begin to rise. "You did this just to teach me a lesson?" she asked in disgust.

"No," Laura said. "I just wanted to help. As I saw a few months ago, your lover was destined to die. I had hoped that by giving you the locket it would help keep him safe. However, my powers aren't what they used to be. Do you still have the locket?"

Lady Jaye nodded and pulled the necklace out of her pocket. She handed it to the old woman. Laura took it into her hands, closed her eyes and said a silent chant. When she was done she opened her eyes. "Are you sure you are ready for the day to end?" Lady Jaye nodded and the woman continued. "Even if it means Dashiell dies?"

Lady Jaye recoiled from the question. She had hoped that by ending the repeating day, Flint would survive. "He's still going to die?" she asked quietly.

"I honestly don't know. Like I said, I tried to prevent all this. However, I am old and weak, and you know what will happen to me in a few hours."

Lady Jaye hesitated before answering. She didn't want to live without Flint, but the repeating day needed to stop. The thought that he would still die didn't change her resolve. As she had said, she couldn't keep reliving his death. "Yes, I'm sure."

The woman handed the locket back. "Wear this to bed tonight, and one way or another this day will end."