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Chapter 3

11:00

It wasn't supposed to happen that way. Jack thought, as he made his way down the street. He didn't remember his night; and that thought scared him. Jack knew everything that happened to him the day before, everything but what he was doing when it rewound. He remembered being in the middle of a fairly heated argument, and nothing. No death that Tru would be able to restart. He knew who died yesterday; he knew they would continue to die today. They were guaranteed. All natural deaths of cancer, ailments, and victims of their own destiny wrote from the day they were born.

He knew everyone who died. Everyone but himself. Could Tru be right? Did he really die last night? If he did, when? Where? How? These questions had been plaguing him since he called Tru. He honestly thought she'd call him, asking why the day rewound. There was no explanation to it. He was used to being yanked in rewind mode by Tru; it happened all the time. He had been the one to help once; he had experienced what Tru did every time she rewound, and he had to admit, he never wanted it to happen again.

Those people had to die; it was their destiny and who knew what consequences fate would throw at them if they changed it. Once out of place movement could change the course of history and he'd be damned if he let Tru change his destiny.

But what if he did ask for help? Why would I do that? He wondered. He resisted the urge to call her. He didn't like not being the one with the answers. He felt two steps behind and he hated it.

First things first. Jack thought, pulling out his cell phone and dialing an all too familiar number.

"Richard Davies Law, how may I help you?"

"Yes, can I speak to Mr. Davies please?" Jack asked, the secretary.

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Tell him it's Jack."

"Hold on one moment Sir." The receptionist stated and he tapped his foot nervously as the call went through.

"Yes Jack?" The man asked a few minutes later.

"I have a problem." Jack stated, glancing down the street, looking for any sign of Tru and her troop.

"What's wrong Jack?" Richard asked, sounding annoyed.

"I need to see you," Jack said, and added "now."

"Alright, I have a clear schedule all morning." Richard stated and asked "Can I at least get a hint as to what is going on?"

"I think this needs to be an in-person conversation." Jack stated, getting into his car and shutting the door. "I'll see you in a couple of minutes." Jack hung up his phone and pulled out into traffic.

Richard will know what to do; he'll be able to help me. Jack though, driving through the city and parking a few blocks away from the office. He quickly jogged down the street to the building and walked quickly to Richard's office, making sure he didn't run into Harrison. Once he got to the office, he knocked softly on the door.

"Come in." Jack opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Richard stood up as Jack walked in. "You know we can't meet here. What's so important we couldn't talk later?" Richard demanded.

"The day rewound again." Jack stated.

"You know what to do." Richard stated, looking annoyed.

"I don't sir."

"Excuse me?"

"You said I would know everyone who died the night before right? I don't know who made the day rewind. I can't remember the majority of my own evening; Richard, Tru called me this morning. She claims I died yesterday." Jack stated. Richard's eyes narrowed.

"You know what you should do." Richard stated. Jack sighed.

"You say I should go about my day and die again?"

"You have to. The rules say you should die, Jack." Richard stated.

"Tru says I asked for her help." Jack stated. Richard's eyes narrowed.

"That goes against our cause." Richard stated. "You wouldn't do that Jack, despite your recent indiscretions."

"What happens if I die?" Jack asked, wanting to know what the older man knew.

"The same thing that happened when I had my ex-wife killed. Tru will probably continue to go on, and one of us will be awakened as you were when Tru accepted her mother's calling." Richard stated and stepped over to his desk. Jack looked solumn as he glanced at the older man before him, still feeling sick that he had killed his ex-wife. He knew Tru was a problem; but he wouldn't go so far as to kill her. That goes against what they, as fate's guardians, were supposed to do. "You are replaceable Jack. It happens. Death is a part of life. You know that; probably better than most."

Jack's eyes narrowed at the man before him. "I'm sorry I bothered you." Jack stated.

"At least I have a fair warning to be on the search for a new Fate's Guardian." Richard stated, going back to his work. Jack stared back at the man, feeling sick he once thought of him as a mentor. He exited the office, wondering about his calling. Was Death really what he was supposed to be? He did it all in the name of fate, but was it really an excuse? A purpose? Did he really want to die?

Jack stared at his watch as he left the law offices, and felt a pang hit him when he knew he only had hours left in this life. He picked up his cell phone, wondering if he should do it. Ask for help; her help.