Harrison followed after Tru as she hurried over the busy intersection. "How do you do this every day?" he asked as he caught up with her. He was curious to know how his older sister handled the constant pressure that had felt since he had realised what had happened.

"It's not every day," Tru replied with a quick glance behind her. She turned back to him with a frown.

"What is it?" Harrison asked, turning round to see what she had been looking at.

"Nothing," Tru replied, as she quickened her pace. "I just thought I saw…nothing."

"Would that be a nothing that goes by the name of Jack?" Harrison turned around again and looked down the street. There was no sign of Jack anywhere. But now that Tru had brought his attention to it he realised he could sense that someone was watching him. Watching them.

"Leave it Harry," Tru said, grabbing his arm and carrying on down the street.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the television studio. Harrison looked about the area and was relieved that the feeling of being watched had subsided.

"Do you see her?" Tru asked in a hopeful voice.

"No," Harrison shook his head and moved towards the entrance doors.

Once inside the building Tru strode over to the perky looking receptionist who greeted them with a wide smile. "Can I help you?" she chirped.

"We're looking for someone who we think works here," Tru began. "We just don't know her name. If we describe her do you think you could tell us if she's been here today?"

The receptionist frowned slightly. "I've not been working here for long," she replied.

"She has long, straight brown hair," Harrison started, "brown eyes. Mid twenties, I think."

"That could be one of a lot of women who work here," the receptionist responded.

"She was wearing a necklace with a rose hanging from it," Tru added.

"Sorry," the receptionist shook her head.

"Can we go through and see if we can find her?" Harrison asked, inching slightly around the desk towards the doors behind the reception.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you through there," the receptionist replied.

"Just a few minutes?" Harrison asked as he moved a little closer.

"I'm sorry," she repeated. "You can't go through there. Now I think you should both leave or I'll have to call security." She nodded towards the main entrance they had come through where a large and intimidating looking guard stood watching.

"Okay," Tru said with a smile. Harrison turned to follow Tru as they walked back out of the building.

"Well that was pointless," Harrison stated as soon as they were outside.

"We just need more information," Tru said as she walked around the side of the building.

"What're you doing?" Harrison asked, curious as to what his sister was looking for down the dimly lit alley.

"Looking for another way in," Tru answered vaguely. "There doesn't seem to be one from this side of the building though. The fire exits must be round the back where it's all enclosed."

"We don't even know this is the place Jack was talking about," Harrison pointed out. "All he said was studio."

"I know," Tru said as she came back out onto the street. The street lamps were almost all on now and the evening was drawing in.

"Let's hope Davis has had some luck with the jewellers," Harrison said, as they started to walk back to the morgue.

"If we only had more information," Tru said quietly.

"If I'd know I was going to be in this position I'd have taken more notice," Harrison apologised.

"It's not your fault," Tru said consolingly. "You had no way of knowing this would happen."

"But I should've taken more notice," Harrison said, furious with himself for his lack of interest in his sister's work. "I'd only gone to the morgue to share your dinner. If I'd shown more interest when I was there we wouldn't be in this mess."

"You think I don't know that you only went to the morgue for a free meal?" Tru laughed. "I know you're not interested in the morgue itself. I'd be more worried if you were."

"You would?" Harrison asked.

"Sure," Tru replied. "The day you start taking an actual interest in my work will be the day I wonder who's taken my favourite brother's place and where the real Harrison is."

Harrison laughed, feeling much better, even though they were no further on in saving the mysterious woman.

"So what now?" he asked.

"Now we try and think of something else," Tru said with determination clear in her voice.

A minute later Harrison suddenly realised that there was a possibility they had not even thought about. "We wait for the day to rewind again," he suggested brightly. "Like you said it did for you with that robbery. Only this time it should be you that the day rewinds for."

"Bad idea," Tru answered with a shake of her head. "For one thing we still don't have enough information to save her. Secondly it might be you rewinding again. Not to mention it doesn't always work like that. You know that."

"Melissa," Harrison sighed. The student he thought he had saved from suicide only to lose after all. "Okay, bad idea," he agreed.

"But here's a good idea," Tru said with a sly grin as they turned a corner. "Jack's day has obviously rewound and he has the information we need."

"Somehow I don't think he is going to suddenly switch sides and start helping you," Harrison pointed out.

"Helping us," Tru corrected. "And he won't know that he is."

"Huh?" Harrison stood looking at his sister with an expression of confusion on his face. Was the pressure finally getting to her?

"We have the advantage here…" Tru explained.

"How do you get that? He has all the information," Harrison argued.

"Not all the information," Tru grinned. "He doesn't know that it's you reliving the day and not me."

"I don't see how that's going to help," Harrison replied.

"I'll go have a little chat with Jack," Tru suggested. "I'll get as much information as I can out of him and then we can go and save her."

"What makes you think he'll tell you anything?" Harrison asked. "He's not going to give you anything he thinks will help."

"He will if he thinks that I already know it," Tru pointed out. "You go back to the morgue and help Davis, I'll meet you there later."

"No way," Harrison shook his head. "I'm coming with you. There's not much time left and we still don't know where the pickup was from. There may not be time to meet up later."

"Okay," Tru agreed. "But only because I don't want us wasting more time arguing."

"So how are we going to find Jack?" Harrison asked as they walked down the street.

"He's going to come to us," Tru answered as she led Harrison into a diner and ordered two coffees.

"How come you're so sure about that?" Harrison asked taking a seat in one of the booths. "I haven't felt him watching us since just after we left the morgue."

"I have," Tru said with a visible shiver as she sat down opposite him. "I think we lost him before we got to the studio but I felt him again as we turned onto this street."

"You're sure?" Harrison asked, glancing towards the door.

"I'm sure," Tru said as she sipped her coffee. "He'll not be able to resist. Just let me do the talking."