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Tru looked around scanning her surroundings. Thid was weird; unlike all her other rewinds. She usually ended up in bed, starting from the morning but she was... back at the hospital. That could mean Harry was already in danger!

She tried to calm down, like Jack had said it wasn't Harry Richard was after. The thought of Jack had only just occured to her, he had to be there too.

Almost noticing what she was thinking, Jack swallowed and said, "Hey," not the bet thing to say but then it hardly came with instructions manuals what to say after you'd killed the person you liked Dad.

Tru just nodded, "We-We need a plan.," she sighed confused, "He used to be Death. Why did he ask for help?"

Jack bit his lip, he had a few ideas but none that he'd want to share. How far would Richard go to stop Tru? The first day had a different outcome but he knew somehow this one had already changed, he felt it somehow and he just knew that at the end of the day, the final day someone wasn't getting out alive.

"Jack?" Tru asked scared. He'd went silent and he looked scared and that worried her.

"Yeah?" he asked knocked out of his thoughts.

"What is it?" she asked him feeling like a 6 year old all over again, having to look up to someone.

"Nothing," Jack lied. "Just trying to think of what to do."

"Well we have to go after Harry," Tru said biting her lip.

Jack sighed, "And have a replay of yesterday? He's not after Harrison," he said.

Tru shrugged, "Things have changed, you know that," she said fighting the urges to cry and feeling strong now. She didn't know how. A minute ago all she wanted to do was curl up, cry pretend this was all a dream but now? She felt fired up, ready for anything.

"If you can feel that then you know someone's going to die, you gotta feel that too," Jack replied.

Tru shrugged, "If its me, you, Harry or him? Then let the bastard die," she was angry. She knew she didn't really want him dead. Well in a lot of ways she did but even though she really hated to admit it he was still her dad and she still loved him. Maybe that would change if he died. Maybe, maybe she didn't know, anything she was confused. She started to head off, out of the hospital, "Come or stay your choice."

Harrison stared at the wall and anything that wasn't Richard. He didn't know why he was still here or what Richard was up to: why did he tell him the truth? He hadn't actually said much, most of the time it was long silences, giving Harrison time to think and after realizing that the conversations were about Tru and and not another girlfriend, Harrison pretty much let everything fall into place.

In a way Harrison really wanted to go, get away from Richard and make sure Tru was OK. Jack could easily be a decoy or a seperation technique, they could have this all planned. Or he could always be innocent but Harrison didn't want to take any risks, not with Tru's life possibly in danger. Put on a different level, he had to stay; find out what Richard was up to and why he'd told him.

Richard sighed, thinking to himself. It was a rewind day, he felt it. Jack usually filled him in on most things but he could usually tell when there had been one and for some reason he knew it had been him. That was strange. He'd died once before, no one knew of course. Hell he didn't know for a while but this time was different, he remembered and he thought he had a pretty good idea why. Death was only meant to kill whoever was on the rota, if that changed he was informed. That could only mean one thing, yesterday Jack had killed him.

Richard bit his lip contemplating what to do. He could risk luring Tru and possibly Jack back here again and try get the upper hand this time or he could always... kill Harrison. Surely Tru wouldn't go on without him and he'd wanted Jack to do it, it would solve his problems.

Richard started to smile sadisticly, "Well it was fun chatting," he said as he took his left hand to his drawer.

Harrison shot up straight away, "W-what are you doing?"

He started to back up slowly but Richard shook his head, pulling the gun out, "Now we don't want to do that, do we?"

"Look chill, OK?" Harrison said. He'd been threatened loads of times and died before too, not that he could remember but it was different when it was your dad pointing the gun.

Richard shrugged, it was now or never he thought as he pulled the trigger, shooting him right through the chest. On the up side, he wasn't making him suffer, he awas definitely gone straight away.