Harrison hurried down the block beside Tru as she talked to Davis.

"How many?" Tru asked with a frown. "Can you narrow it down by age?"

"Twenties," Harrison reminded her.

"He's got it," Tru nodded. "Okay Davis, any who might have been involved in some sort of incident this morning? The police or hospital or something?"

"Davis can access all that?" Harrison asked.

"Yeah," Tru nodded. "Though don't ask how. What's that Davis? A police call out this morning in connection with a suspected assault on a Deana Maddison at the Fourth Street Photography Studio. It's got to be her. We're on our way. It's not far."

Tru ended the call and broke into a run. Harrison sped alongside her as they ducked between cars and round pedestrians. A few minutes later they arrived at the studio. The building was in darkness and a brown-haired woman stood on the pavement securing the locks.

"Deana?" Tru called as she ran across the road.

"That's not her," Harrison gasped out as he too crossed the road.

"She took the day off," the woman at the door said as she turned round.

"I thought she was in this morning?" Tru asked.

"She was, but her boyfriend turned up and took her home," the woman said. "She took the rest of the day off."

"Do you know where she lives?" Harrison asked.

"Who are you?" the woman asked cautiously.

"Friends," Tru supplied.

"I'm not sure," the woman hesitated. "Deana might not like me giving out her address."

"You're her friend, right?" Harrison asked, starting to feel desperate that they were now at another dead end. No wonder Jack had been so helpful at giving them the name. He must have known that she wouldn't be there. "Right?" he asked again.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Then please tell us where she lives. She's in trouble and we have to get to her."

"Come with us if you want," Tru suggested.

"Okay," the woman agreed. "It's just back the way you came."

Harrison turned to cross back over the road, Tru and Deana's friend following behind him.

"Which way now?" he asked.

"To the left," the woman replied.

"Thanks, er…?"

"Rachel," the woman supplied as they continued to hurry down the street. Finally she drew to a halt. "This is her building."

"Do you know which apartment?" Harrison asked.

"Number two on the third floor," Rachel replied as she hurried up the steps. "Is this something to do with David?"

"Her boyfriend?" Tru guessed.

"Yeah," Rachel pulled a face. "He was real upset this morning when he found out she was modelling at the studio. I called the cops but she didn't want to press charges against him. I was going to stop by and check she was okay this evening anyway."

Harrison and Tru exchanged a glance. Rachel must have found Deana and called the police tonight. She would have told them about the incident earlier that day and Tru would have found out when she collected her.

The three of them hurried up the stairs and rounded the corner where Jack stood, casually leaning against the wall, waiting patiently.

"Bravo," he said whilst slowly clapping his hands. "You nearly made it."

"Nearly?" Rachel questioned as she ran past Jack to the apartment at the end of the hall.

A scream echoed from inside, letting them know that despite Jack's words they were just in time after all.

"Deana?" Rachel shouted as she pounded on the door.

"Call the police!" Harrison shouted.

"Now, now," Jack tutted as he stepped forward to block Harrison and Tru's way. "No need to start interfering like that."

"Move out of the way Jack," Tru ordered as she glared at him.

Harrison made to move past but Jack neatly blocked the way. He looked over his shoulder and saw to his relief that Rachel was on the phone to the police.

The sounds from inside the apartment had stopped. Harrison hoped that it didn't mean that Deana could no longer call for help.

The tension in the hallway was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

The sound of a phone ringing made all of them jump. Even Jack started as he reached into his pocket to answer the call.

"What?" he said in a surprised tone. "Now?"

He listened a minute longer to the person on the other end of the phone before he ended the call with an abrupt "okay".

"Looks like you win this one Tru," he said with a shrug as he moved out of their way. The sound of the police arriving echoed from downstairs. Jack had made himself scarce before they reached the third floor.

Tru and Harrison stood aside as the police moved to the door. One of the officers took Rachel aside and spoke to her quietly whilst another one banged loudly on the door.

"Police, open up," the officer called.

Harrison watched as the door opened a moment later. He didn't realise he had been holding his breath until he saw it was Deana who stood in the doorway. Tru nudged him and raised an eyebrow in silent question. He nodded in reply. Tru moved away from the apartment slightly and gave Harrison's jacket a slight tug.

"Hold it a minute you two," one of the officers called as he spotted them trying to quietly leave.

Tru frowned. Harrison suddenly realised why she had been eager to leave the scene. Explaining their presence to the police would be difficult. He wondered that the police had not noticed her frequent appearance at similar scenes before.

He watched as the officer pulled out his notebook. "You got a contact number we can get you on Tru? You'll need to give a statement."

Harrison looked at the officer in surprise. "You know Tru?" he asked.

"Yeah," the officer replied. "We were in school together. Don't you remember me Harrison?"

Harrison gave the officer a closer look. Now that he mentioned it he did look vaguely familiar. He couldn't remember a name to put with the face though.

"It's Dan Peters, right?" Tru asked with a casual smile.

"Officer Peters now, but yes," he replied with a smile of his own. "I won't keep you here for long. Just leave me your contact details and the two of you can get going. I'll be in touch about statements soon."

Tru quickly complied, and Harrison followed her example. They then said their farewells and left the rookie officer to carry on with his job.

"How are you going to explain things to him?" Harrison asked as soon as they were out of earshot.

"I don't know," Tru replied. "Usually I make sure I'm out of the way before they start asking who I am. Pity that Dan turned up and recognised me. I'll think of something. I just hope he doesn't turn up at scenes too often as I think I might have trouble explaining what I'm doing there."

"Speaking of explanations," Harrison said. "Shall we go see if Davis has figured out why I'm reliving the day instead of you?"

"Sure," Tru agreed as she hooked her arm through Harrison's. "We can pick up a pizza on the way. Your treat."

"My treat?"

"Well since you're me today I figure that it's only fair that you take over payment of the pizza this time. You have the money from the punter at the bookies."

"I forgot about that," Harrison laughed. "Okay, my treat. You don't think that this switch is permanent do you?"

"I don't know," Tru replied with a shake of her head. "I guess we'll find out when the next rewind happens."

"I think I'd rather know that it's not going to happen again," Harrison replied. "I'm exhausted from all this. I don't know how you manage it."

"Well it's usually easier without my having to drag you about the city," Tru laughed.

"So you want the reliving days back again?" Harrison asked.

"If it's a choice between the two of us, then yes, I'd rather it was me," Tru answered. "Not that you haven't been a great help."

"You would have figured it out a lot sooner if you'd been reliving the day," Harrison pointed out. "Well just to be on the safe side, I think I'll stay away from the morgue for a while after tonight. You'll have to send portions of your takeout over to me instead."

Tru laughed along with Harrison as they headed back to the morgue where they hoped Davis would have come up with an explanation for them.

The bar was crowded and dimly lit when Jack entered. He ordered a beer and looked around. He spotted him almost at once seated on a stool at the far end of the bar. He looked out of place in his tailored suit. He walked across to him and sat down beside him.

"You realise your interruption made all the difference today?" he asked as he took a swig of beer.

"It's not important," Richard Davies replied casually.

"So what went wrong?" Jack asked as he tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together. "Tru's day didn't rewind but mine still did with no warning as usual."

"Something happened I didn't plan on."

"Yeah," Jack replied sarcastically. "My day rewinding shouldn't have happened until we were ready."

"That's not what I meant."

"My day only rewinds when Tru's does. Today her day didn't rewind but mine still did. Your little experiment was a failure."

"Not entirely."

"You want to control the rewinds to give us the advantage. If I'm the one who triggers the rewind it puts us ahead of her each time I get to a body first. But I didn't trigger it, did I?"

"No, you didn't. But neither did she. Someone else did."

"You mean someone else's day rewound instead of hers?"

"Exactly. That's what I didn't plan on."

"Harrison," Jack muttered. "It has to be."

"That's right. I thought if I could stop Tru triggering the rewind then you could step in and start it instead. Instead though it somehow jumped from her to Harrison. Probably he was close by at the time."

"He was at the morgue yesterday," Jack confirmed. "Is it permanent?"

"No, only whilst the extra electricity's in the air."

"So you try again without a storm?"

"No," Richard shook his head and took another drink. "The electricity is needed to stop her triggering the rewind too. Either by a storm or other means. We can't do it without it."

"So what do you plan on doing about it?" Jack asked, curious to know how his adversary's duplicitous father was going to manipulate this to his advantage.

"We do exactly the same again next time. We let Harrison's day rewind."

"I don't see how that's going to help. Now it's happened once to him, he'll be more prepared in case it happens again. And even today when he had no warning he managed to save her."

"Only because you tipped them off," Richard pointed out with a glare. "That was very stupid of you by the way."

"Even so, he'll be more prepared and with Tru's help he could become as much of a nuisance as she is."

"So why don't you just take Tru out?" Jack asked curiously.

"Because then you would be in the same position I am found myself in. Her calling would go to someone else and we have to start all over. This way we hold all the cards."

"Not if it goes to Harrison," Jack argued.

"Especially if it goes to Harrison," Richard said with a smile. "You've met him. He's nothing like Tru. He'll take the easy route every time. He'll always care more for himself than for the victim. He turned to Tru today as there was no one else for him to talk to. Next time he won't."

"How are you going to make sure of that? He's not likely to turn to me."

"I know that. You burned your bridges there. No, I'm going to rebuild a few of my own."

"You're going to tell him about you?"

"Of course not," Richard spat. "I'm just going to get to know my son a little better. Give him another option. Let him know the advantages of having the calling, without actually telling him I know about it. Tru is strong-willed and stubborn. Harrison on the other hand is weaker and far more easily manipulated."

"You think so?" Jack asked sceptically. From what he had seen Harrison was more like Tru that even he realised. He wondered if Richard knew his son as well as he thought he did.

"Yes," Richard replied as he stood up. "Next time things will be very different. Next time Harrison will be ours to steer, not Tru's."

"Are you sure?"

"I'll make sure. The next time his day rewinds Tru'll be the last person he turns to for help."

With that Richard stood up and left the bar. Jack finished his drink before walking out into the rain himself a moment later.

The End

Author Note: I hope you like what I did with this story. I know the plot about the victim herself was rather a weak one. However I wanted to show less about a mystery body and more about how Harrison would handle the calling if he suddenly found himself in Tru's position. I hope you don't mind.