"Come on Harry," said Tru, as she stood up a short while later. "We'll get this sorted."

"How?" Harrison asked. He made no move to rise from his seat.

"Davis," Tru replied as she dragged Harrison up off the bench and towed him in the direction of the city morgue.

"You think Davis could be reliving the day too?" Harrison asked, maybe if he was he would know enough to help save the woman.

"No," Tru replied with a shake of her head as she crossed the busy street. "He would've called me if he was."

"Then how do you expect him to be able to help?" Harrison asked as he hurried to keep up with his older sister as she practically sprinted down the street.

"Davis has come through for me more times than I can count," Tru replied. "He'll know what to do."

Harrison was not so sure that there was anything anyone could do but since he didn't have any better ideas he decided to remain quiet and follow Tru's lead.

When they arrived at the morgue it was to find Davis was sitting at his computer.

"Davis we've got a problem," Tru began as she walked through the door.

"One of those days?" Davis asked.

"Yes and no," Tru replied with a shrug as she took a seat. Harrison sat down too and waited for Davis's reaction to the news about the switch.

"What?" Davis exclaimed with a worried glance at Harrison, after Tru had finished telling him about the cosmic screw up. "You're reliving today instead of Tru?"

Harrison nodded. "Except I don't know anything that can help save the woman. Tru thought you might have some ideas."

"Interesting," Davis replied thoughtfully. "Very interesting. I wonder if it's because of you being a blood relative. Maybe it's got something to do with the storm you mentioned. Or maybe you've got a special connection to the victim."

"That's great Davis," Tru said, in a slightly impatient tone. "But can we focus on the how and why later and concentrate on trying to help Harrison remember something useful about the victim?"

"Of course, of course," Davis answered. "So, Harrison, what do you remember about her?"

"Nothing," Harrison replied dismally, "I already told Tru that."

"You must remember something," Davis pointed out. "What did she look like?"

"Dead," Harrison replied with a frown.

"Harrison," Tru intervened in a strained voice. "Can you at least try? What was her hair colour?"

"Brown," Harrison answered, pleased to finally be able to answer a question.

"Eye colour?" Tru continued.

Harrison frowned. He recalled the shock he had felt when the woman had turned to him, he remembered the whispery voice asking for help as her eyes had opened...what colour were they?

"Brown," he said jumping up from his seat. With help of Tru and Davis the floodgate opened and the vision of the woman in the morgue came into his mind vividly. "Her hair was quite long and straight. She was pale and wearing a lot of makeup; too much really. And she had a necklace on in the shape of a rose."

As Harrison talked, Davis sat at the computer typing the details into the computer. "Age?" Davis asked.

"Er, I'm not sure," Harrison faltered. "Mid twenties perhaps."

"Any recollection on the name?" Davis asked without looking up from the screen.

"I never heard either of you mention a name," Harrison answered as he sank down into a chair again. "You've saved people without names before though, haven't you Tru?"

"Yes," Tru replied cautiously. "But we've always had more details to go on, places or witnesses or something. Do you know where it was I brought her in from?"

"No," Harrison shook his head.

"Okay," Davis said. "There's not enough information here for my system to find her. So let's think about this logically. You came to share Tru's pizza, right?"

"Yeah," Harrison replied, confused as to how that could possibly be relevant.

"When you arrived though, Tru was out on a pickup? But the pizza was here and still hot?"

"Yeah."

"And you were still eating when Tru got back?"

"Yeah. So?" Harrison replied.

"I see where you're going with this," Tru said. "I do the ordering these days, so I would've been the one to call for the pizza. We always use the place just down the road so it would've been here quickly. If it was still hot when Harrison arrived and I came back before you'd finished then I couldn't have gone very far on the pickup. Right Davis?"

"Right," Davis agreed. "It must've been a local pickup. Somewhere in this area of the city."

"So how many brunettes matching the description live locally?" Harrison asked with a scepticism that sounded more like his sister than himself.

"What about the necklace?" Tru asked. "You said it was in the shape of a rose right?"

"Yeah. It was quite small but looked expensive. The sort of thing Lindsay would have liked. The sort of thing I could never afford." Harrison frowned, determined to push his ex-girlfriend from his mind. He had enough problems today without the addition of wallowing over past mistakes.

"Davis, can you call up the local jewellers on the Net and see if any stock something like that?" Tru grabbed the phonebook and tossed it to Harrison. "Harrison, you start phoning round the jewellers."

Harrison reached for the phone but hadn't even dialled the first number when the most unwelcome voice he could imagine at such a time interrupted them.

"Well isn't this cosy?" said Jack from where he stood leaning casually in the doorway.

"Get out!" ordered Tru with a glare at the intruder.

"Just stopped by for a friendly chat," Jack smirked. "I must admit I was rather surprised not to see you earlier today over at the studio. I wondered if perhaps you'd come around to my way of thinking. Since you weren't there this morning I figured you were leaving her to her own fate. A wise decision. You can't save everyone."

"What part of get out didn't you understand?" Harrison said as he stood up and walked towards Jack.

"No need to be like that Harry," Jack said with a hurt expression. "My assumption that I'd be welcome here was perfectly reasonable. I see now that I was wrong."

Jack turned to leave but not without a parting shot at Tru. "You should stay out of this one Tru. You're cutting it fine as it is. The clock's ticking and you've wasted too much time already. Just let her go. You can't win this one."

Harrison threw the phonebook after Jack in a rare show of temper.

"Don't let him get to you Harry," Tru advised as she placed a calming hand on her brother's arm.

"You heard him," Harrison replied. "Gloating that he's winning this one. Like it's some kind of game instead of a person's life. Was he like that when it was...when I...?"

"Just ignore him," Tru said as she guided her brother back to the desk. "It's over. I saved you, and we are going to save her."

Harrison nodded in reply as he sat back down. He didn't trust himself to speak because he didn't share his sister's belief in that everything would turn out all right. He was surprised that she felt that way. He watched her as she moved to fetch the phonebook back from where it had landed on the floor. When she thought he wasn't looking at her he noticed that she was not as sure as she had said. The loss of Luc was affecting her more than she let on. Somehow he knew that she didn't believe she could win every battle with Jack either. The only difference with this one is that it would be his failure and not Tru's.

"Anyone else wondering what Jack meant by studio?" Davis asked quietly from his seat in front of the computer.

"He thinks I'm reliving the day," Tru realised. "There must be something that I knew before the day rewound that Jack knows too. Something important about a studio."

"Something I don't know," Harrison sighed as he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. "Something I should know. Hell, this is such a mess. I shouldn't be reliving the day. It's your gift, not mine. I'm just not the right person for this sort of thing."

"Stop talking like that," Tru ordered. "We can do this but not if we give up."

"Okay, what do you suggest?" Harrison asked in a slightly more optimistic tone. If Tru could put on a brave front, then so could he.

"There's a television studio across town," Davis suggested. "Could our victim work there?"

"It's worth checking out," Tru replied. "Come on Harrison. Let's see if you can spot her in the area round the studio. Davis, you keep working on the jewellers. If the tv studio's a dead end at least you're working on the backup."

"Sure," Davis replied. "Call me if you make any progress."

"Will do," Tru agreed as she led Harrison out of the morgue. "We can do this," she said as they stepped outside into the street. The sunshine of the morning had vanished behind clouds and the predicted storm was on the horizon.

"Jack was right about one thing," Harrison said as he looked at the darkening sky. "The clock is ticking."

"Then we'd better hurry up instead of standing around here," Tru said as they made their way across town to the television studio.