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The Switch

Harrison sat back in his seat in the diner and looked towards the door for the third time in as many minutes. There was still no sign of Tru. "Where has she got to?" he muttered as he finished off his coffee.

"You ready to order yet?" the middle aged waitress asked with a tired smile as she grabbed a pencil from behind her ear.

"Just another coffee," Harrison replied, as he mentally calculated that he had enough to cover the cost of another cup. He knew that it was his turn to pay but he had been so unlucky the day before, every horse he had backed had been a sure thing, and every one had failed to even place. Consequently he was once again going to be asking Tru to come to his rescue by buying him breakfast. He frowned slightly at the thought of asking her for money again. She had paid for his rent just the previous week and now he was asking her for help again. She'd understand, he reasoned, he was just going through a bad patch at the moment.

He looked towards the door again, but there was still no sign of her.

The waitress returned with his coffee and put it down on the table. He nodded his thanks just as his mobile phone let out a loud ring. He looked at the number and saw it was Tru.

"Sorry Harrison, I'm not gonna be able to make it this morning," Tru called out in a loud voice. It sounded like she was somewhere noisy.

"Okay," Harrison replied. "Can we meet up later?"

"Harrison," Tru sighed. "I'm nearly broke myself. I don't get paid again until tomorrow."

"You don't know I'm going to ask for money," Harrison grumbled. "Do you? Is it one of those days?"

"No," Tru replied. "It's just I know every tone of voice you have, and that was definitely an 'I need a loan' tone you had there."

Harrison laughed. "Am I that obvious?"

"'Fraid so," Tru laughed. "Can you at least hold out until tomorrow?"

"I guess," Harrison agreed as he finished his coffee.

"Well I wouldn't want you to starve. I'm on the night shift tonight if you want to come share my takeout or pizza," Tru offered.

"Great," Harrison replied as he paid for his coffee and walked out into the sunny street. "See you later," he said as he rang off and continued on down the sidewalk.

Harrison passed the day in the local bookies watching the races of the day. It was frustrating that he couldn't back any of the horses, especially when he had successfully predicted two of the winners. Still it never hurt to watch the races and keep a track of the form.

It was early evening when he made his way to the city morgue and a welcome meal. Other than a few fries from the lunch of one of his gambling buddies he had had nothing to eat all day and he was more than ready for the promised takeout.

The sunshine of the morning had vanished with the afternoon and there was a steady downpour of rain as he hurried up the street. In the middle of a brightly lit city he didn't notice the flash of lightening, but the crash of thunder did not fail to get his attention. It looked like there was going to be a serious storm coming in.

By the time he arrived at the morgue he was soaking wet and left a trail of watery footprints through the hallway.

"Tru?" he called out as he entered the morgue.

"She's out on a job," Davis called through from the office. "She said you were stopping by. The pizza's here if you want to join me."

"Great," Harrison walked into the office and sank down into a chair. He liked that Davis didn't mind him stopping by to see Tru. He knew that Davis's easy acceptance of him probably had a lot to do with the fact that they were the only two people who Tru had entrusted with her secret. He didn't include Jack or Luc in the numbers; neither of them were around for Tru to confide in.

"So do you think that whoever it is will ask her for help?" Harrison asked in an attempt to make conversation as he helped himself to a slice of pizza from the desk.

"I don't think so," Davis replied. "I've been keeping a record of all the rewinds and I've noticed a pattern that on certain days..."

Harrison felt his attention slipping away as Davis launched into a long and complicated explanation of the patterns he had discovered and the permutations he had calculated over the last few months. He nodded absently at what he hoped were appropriate intervals and when Davis finally came to a pause he dived in to change the subject.

"So what do you think of this storm?" Harrison asked as the thunder crashed overhead.

"It's actually rather odd," Davis replied. "There's no storm forecast for tonight at all. It's supposed to be dry and clear all week."

"Really?" Harrison asked. He never paid attention to the local forecasts, not unless there were local races being held and he needed to know whether the going was heavy or firm.

"Davis?" Tru's voice called from the other room.

Harrison watched as Davis jumped up. He had never known anyone get so excited about the arrival of dead bodies. He finished of a second slice of pizza and stood up just as Davis returned to the office with Tru close behind.

"So what do you think?" Davis asked, with a nod towards the other room.

"Very strange," Tru replied with an absent nod towards Harrison. "Did you notice-"

"I'll get going since you're gonna be busy," Harrison said.

"Okay," Tru nodded with a pre-occupied frown on her face.

"Thanks for dinner," Harrison added. "See you tomorrow?"

Tru rolled her eyes good-naturedly and agreed to meet him at the diner the following morning.

"See you tomorrow then," Harrison said.

"Bye Harrison," Tru said, obviously eager to get back to work. Harrison sighed inwardly, it seemed like his sister was becoming more like Davis every day.

"Bye," Davis added even more absently than Tru.

Harrison shook his head and left the office.

The storm was still raging as Harrison walked across the room. The body of the woman was laid out on the table. She looked like she was asleep, Harrison thought. He shivered slightly with the realisation that someone had found her like that and had probably tried to wake her.

It was a moment before he realised that he was staring at the body and not moving towards the door. He turned away with a shake of his head. He was getting as bad as Tru and Davis.

He had just turned away when he heard the sound of a whisper.

"What was that Tru?" Harrison called out, though he was sure that the sound had not come from the office behind him. He looked towards the dead woman.

"I didn't say anything," Tru called back. "You okay to get home?"

"Sure," Harrison answered, still staring at the body of the woman a few feet away from him.

Suddenly the woman turned her head towards him and there was no doubt in his mind as to where the whisper had come from.

"Help me," she whispered as another crack of thunder echoed overhead.

Harrison didn't have time to accuse Davis or Tru of a practical joke. He didn't have time to scream in horror. He didn't have time for anything other than to feel the strange sensation that Tru had described to him several times, but that he had never truly understood until this moment.

Harrison sat up in bed with a gasp. His heart was pounding and he was breath was coming too quick.

"God, what a nightmare," he gasped as he fell back down onto the mattress. Putting his hand to his head he realised that he was sweating. Knowing that he was never going to get back to sleep again he got out of bed and switched on the radio. He wanted someone else to be present to help shake himself out of the dream, even if it was only a voice on a radio.

As the voice brightly chirped away in the empty flat Harrison started to feel a little more at ease. The cheery presenter announced all the latest news and weather.

"Notice you're not mentioning that little slip of failing to predict the storm," Harrison muttered to himself as he got ready to go and meet Tru. Now he was feeling awake and recovered from the dream he couldn't wait to tell her about it. She would get such a kick out of the idea of someone asking him for help. He shook his head at the thought. Maybe she would get enough of a kick out of it to help him out with his cash flow crisis again.

Hurrying down to the diner he took a seat in the same booth as he had in his dream, grinning at the irony that Tru was late both in his dream and this morning. Even more so since it was normally the other way around and she was waiting for him to arrive.

Harrison pulled his change out of his pocket to see if he could even afford a coffee this morning. He frowned as he counted the change lying in his palm. The exact same amount of money he had had in his dream. It couldn't be.

Looking about the diner he tried to picture if the people there were the same ones that had been there in his dream. Unfortunately he could not tell for sure. He recognised the waitress approaching his table as the one who had taken his order in the dream, but he and Tru had been coming to same diner for years so it was only natural if he was dreaming about the diner he might see her in the dream.

He had just about to take a sip of his second coffee, the feeling of déjà vu growing stronger all the time, when his mobile phone let out a shrill ring. He looked at the number and felt his stomach flip when he saw Tru's number displayed.

"Harrison, I'm sorry, I'm not going to be able to make it this morning," Tru called out in a loud voice. She was somewhere noisy.

Harrison was silent. The words were exactly the same ones his sister had spoken in the dream. The background noise was the same as in the dream. Except now it was more and more obvious that it was not a dream at all. There was no doubt that this time he was reliving the day along with Tru.

"I know, it's a rewind day," Harrison said when he finally found his voice.

"No it's not," Tru replied. "What makes you think-"

"No Tru," Harrison rushed on. "I'm reliving the day too."

"Okay Harry," Tru groaned, "very funny."

"You mean you're really not having a rewind day?" Harrison asked, his voice almost as low as a whisper.

"No," Tru answered with the first hint of concern in her voice.

"But I am." Harrison stood up, paid for his coffee and hurried out of the diner. "Where are you Tru?" he asked as he stood on the sidewalk. "We really have to talk."