Harrison ran up the staircase to Tru's apartment a short while later. The front door was just as Tru had described, hanging by a single hinge with a hole kicked through the lower part. A workman was working to remove the door entirely whilst another was inside getting the replacement door ready to be installed.

"Good grief Tru, what happened?" Harrison asked as he stepped around the workman who he realised had been making all the noise at the other end of the phone when he had spoken with Tru.

Tru stood by the counter with a coffee in her hands. She smirked slightly. "You tell me."

"How would I know what's happened?" Harrison asked as he helped himself to a coffee and sat down out of earshot of the workers.

"Well if you're really reliving the day you'd know," Tru pointed out with another smirk as she settled down beside him.

"Not necessarily," Harrison argued.

"But this would have happened yesterday too," Tru explained. "Surely you'd have asked why I wasn't at the diner to meet you?"

"I was distracted," Harrison muttered. "I didn't think about it. I really am reliving the day."

"Sure you are," Tru said with a roll of her eyes. "Come on Harry, joke's over."

"Tru, it's not a joke," Harrison pleaded. If he couldn't convince Tru that he was telling the truth he didn't know what he was going to do. She had to believe that he was telling the truth about the woman in the morgue. He couldn't help the woman on his own. It was his sister's gift, not his. She was the one who spent her time running around the city, rescuing strangers.

"Is this some new scam to get money from me?" Tru asked with her best big sister frown.

"No," Harrison answered, "though now you mention it, I am a bit short of cash at the moment."

"Me too," Tru said, pointing at the doorway. "Repair bills like this one mean I'm almost as broke as you right now."

"So what happened?" Harrison asked.

"Just one of the neighbours having a fight in the hallway. My door got the worst of it."

"So it wasn't someone trying to get in here?" Harrison asked in concern. "It wasn't someone after you?"

"Not this time," replied Tru with a shiver. "Now you know I don't have any money, was there something else you wanted?"

"Your help," Harrison said as he set down his coffee on the table. "The woman in the morgue is going to die today if you don't help me."

"Give it up Harry," Tru sighed. "You aren't going to convince me. I'm too busy today. And I suspect that the reason you want my 'help' is so I'll buy you lunch today as we 'rescue' this woman."

"That hurts," Harrison said with a smile, knowing full well that the thought of getting Tru to buy his lunch had certainly crossed his mind at least once that morning.

"I'm on the night shift today so you can come along and share-"

"Your takeout!" Harrison interrupted with glee at finishing Tru's sentence. "You see, I knew you were going to say that."

Tru rolled her eyes again. "How did you ever guess I was gonna say that?" she said in feigned astonishment. "I've only offered to let you do that at least once a week since I started working there."

"There's gonna be a storm tonight," Harrison said. "Davis said it wasn't predicted though."

"And the weather forecasts are always accurate aren't they?" Tru asked with a slight hint of sarcasm.

"Okay," Harrison said standing up. "Come with me and I'll prove it to you another way."

"I can't leave until the door is repaired," Tru pointed out.

"Then as soon as it's done," Harrison insisted. "We can't just wait for the body to show up to convince you I'm telling the truth."

"Okay, okay," Tru finally agreed.

"Great," Harrison said as he walked over to the fridge to look for something to eat.

An hour later Harrison led Tru into the bookies where he had spent most of the previous day.

"Can you lend me some cash?" he asked as they approached the counter.

"Harrison!" Tru exclaimed. "If you think for one minute I'm gonna give you the last of my money to throw away on the horses, you can forget it."

"It's a sure thing," Harrison replied. "I'm reliving the day remember. I know what horses are going to win. It's not gambling."

"Harrison," Tru began in her most patient tone of voice. "In all the times the day has rewound have I ever mentioned the fact that it's morally wrong to use this gift for financial gain?"

"Yes," Harrison replied slowly. It was a conversation they'd had on a very regular basis. "But this isn't for financial gain, it's to prove that I'm reliving the day."

"Okay," Tru agreed. "So you can prove it by telling me which horses are gonna win. You don't need to bet on them to do that. The races will be played out the same whether you have money on them or not."

"But I predicted two of the winners yesterday," he argued.

"Did you have any money to put on them?" Tru asked.

"No," Harrison replied, seeing where this conversation was going and not liking the direction at all.

"And you don't have any today either," Tru pointed out reasonably.

"But Tru..." Harrison started, before deciding to give it up. There was a woman's life at stake and the longer he stood arguing with Tru the more time would be lost. Turning to the screen he saw that a race was about to start. Thinking back to the previous day he recalled the outcome. "The grey will lead all the way but fall at the final fence. Lucky Lady 'll come in first."

Tru looked at the screen with a scepticism that gave way to confusion as she watched the race play out exactly as Harrison had described.

"Yes," Harrison gloated, turning to Tru with a grin. Looking back at the screen he waited for the next race to start. "Over the Hill 'll win this one," he said with certainty. "You sure you don't want me to put a bet on?"

"Quite," Tru replied with a glare. Sure enough the second race played out as he predicted too.

"So what about this next one?" interrupted a beefy looking man standing at the other side of Harrison. He had obviously been listening to every word and was eager to take advantage of any information he could.

"Golden Star," Harrison replied. The man looked doubtfully at the screen.

"A rank outsider like that?" he questioned dubiously.

"That's the one," Harrison nodded. The man appeared satisfied with that and went to place a last minute bet. Harrison looked longingly after him. He was going to make a small fortune on this race and he hadn't even enough money to place a single bet. "Tru?" he asked in a last ditch attempt to persuade her to forward him the money. This race had the best pay out of all of those that day. "I promise you'll get it back right away. I'll even split the winnings with you."

"No Harrison," Tru said as firmly as ever.

The beefy man returned to stand beside Harrison, probably to be ready to pummel him if he lost, Harrison thought. The race started and for the third time it played out exactly as Harrison had said. He looked at Tru beside him. Her face was paler than normal and she had a concerned expression on her face.

"Yes!" shouted the man beside Harrison as he fist punched the air. "Nice one," he said as he pounded Harrison on the back, nearly knocking him to the floor in the process. He then turned to the counter to collect his winnings.

"Convinced yet?" Harrison asked Tru.

"Yes," she replied with a small nod. "Let's go somewhere quieter and try and figure this out."

Harrison followed her towards the door, stopping only a moment when the man who had won his bet grabbed his arm and after pumping his hand in a vigorous shake passed him fifty dollars of his winnings as a thank you.

Harrison grinned and thanked the man for the gesture, ignoring the sharp gaze of his sister as she frowned in disapproval.

Making their way to the park Tru sat down on one of the benches and Harrison took a seat beside her.

"How'd this happen?" Tru asked. "Why you? Why now?"

"I don't know," Harrison shrugged. "I went to the morgue as we'd arranged and you were out on a job. You came back with the body. I was leaving and when I walked past her she asked me for help."

"So I'd collected her?" Tru asked.

"Yes."

"I wonder why she didn't ask me for help at the scene."

"I don't know," Harrison replied. "I only know she asked me and my day rewound just as you'd described it happening to you."

"So who is she?" Tru asked. "How'd she die?"

Harrison sat still and silent.

"Harrison?" Tru asked. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Harrison whispered. "I don't know anything about her at all; not her name, not anything. I'm not like you. I don't notice all the little details. Fate really screwed up when it chose me for this one."

Harrison leaned forward with his head in his hands. Tru sat beside him and put her arm around his shoulders. She didn't say anything. Harrison knew there was nothing she could say to make him feel any better. There was a woman's life at stake and he didn't remember anything that could help to save her.