I finally turn around. Like I said before; I'm too curious for my own good.

One of the school's faculty is standing there. I recognize her as the librarian.

"Oh good, I thought it was you." she states happily. "That book you ordered a few weeks ago on anomalies and paradoxes is in."

I nod and mumble a thanks; she always seems just a little too cheerful.

"I'm sorry about your mother," she whispers, patting my back. It doesn't surprise me that she knows. She's practically the town gossip; always the first to know and offer sentiments.

I sigh and she walks me inside, out of the rain, and through the rows and rows of books to the checkout desk.

"Here we are," she announces with delight, pulling the book from the "Reserved Books" box. She checks it out to me and stamps it, smiling all the while, which is really starting to irritate me.

In fact, with all that's happened in the last few days – correction, "day"– I had completely forgotten about the stupid book.

Taking it from her hand with a sigh I walk over to the school news paper archive and sit down at a nearby table, pulling every paper I can carry from the past few months over to the table.

I'm about to flip open my book, but then the pile of news papers slips off to one side and I see the words, "Jemerie Bel-" on the front page of an issue from several months ago.

Setting my book down I pick up the paper and read the full title. "Jeremie Belpois; Super Genius?" There's a picture of the kid, so I know it's the Jeremie I'm thinking about. The paper goes on to talk about how he had achieved a phenomenally high score on some "really hard" test, and yet rumor had it that he'd failed some other test for "Super Geniuses".

Basically it's just gossip. I sigh silently. Though this does seem to prove one thing to me; Jeremie is smart. Not just "smart", but abnormally intelligent. It just seems that way to me, though I can't be certain until I have more proof than this gossipy news print.

Picking up my book and shoving the papers back on the shelf I weave my way through the books to the main desk once more.

"Do you know anything about a Jeremie Belpois?" I ask idly as I stop at the counter.

"Why?" she asks, smirking. "You got a crush on 'em?"

"No," I reply so unemotionally she knows I can't be lying. "I just saw something about him in one of the papers back there. Is he really as smart as they say?"

She smiles and doesn't say anything for a moment. I guess she's thinking about it.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure what "they say", but I do know that his teachers all give him A's and he's a star student; at least from what I hear." she informs me and goes back to her happy little world of scanning barcodes and shelving books.

As I walk outside again I figure dad will start worrying if I don't get back home soon. Tucking the book under my shirt to keep it dry I run along the sidewalk, dashing quickly all the way home.

I open the door slowly, expecting him to be upset at my disappearance. The lights are off, which is strange for my house. It seems so depressing just to be here.

I wonder into the kitchen, hunger nagging at my mind, as I didn't really eat much at school. Pulling a soda from the fridge I turn around and notice my dad is sitting at the table. He's awake; I think. His face is in a trance, like nothing is real and it doesn't matter what happens.

"Dad?" I whisper, but he doesn't turn and face me. He just keeps sitting there, staring off into nothingness. I feel so sorry for him. He loved my mother; so very much.

"She will never be forgotten," I sigh, placing a hand on his back. It's so unusual to see him so listless and still.

I think I see his head nod slightly. I sigh again and start up towards my room. It's probably about six on this Saturday evening. Closing myself in my room I take out my book again and take a glance through the glossary. The first section I skip, as it's mostly stuff on UFOs and the like. The next section they have though, to my surprise, yet delight, is on time.

There are several theories on it. "Everything that happens is happening with time travel changes already in effect." One says, but I know that's not what's happening to me. Another paragraph talks on and on about "What is the present?" I skip that too.

About an hour later of reading I've still found nothing that relates to what's going on in my life. I'm about to close the book and go watch some Tv or something, as there is only so much disappointment I can take in one day. I decide I'll read one more section. Turning the pages I read the start of one paragraph. "Wouldn't it be weird if time rewound and we relived days over multiple times without remembering? What if we could remember though? Or if we could control the process?" This intrigues me, thinking this person has hit it nail on the head.

The rest of it is just junk, as it only goes to about how other people are trying to prove him wrong. I slam the book shut and let it slide to the ground.

I don't know when I drifted off, but the next thing I knew was that I was starting at my clock, the time reading "3:47 am". Oh joy…

I lie back on the bed and try to get to sleep again, but there's this sound that won't stop. I just let it irritate me for a while, but enough is enough. Getting up and pulling back the curtains my sleeping brain realizes it's raining, but…it doesn't rain this hard around here.

Something is wrong; it's clearly obvious to me. Pulling on new clothes and a rain slicker I sneak downstairs and open our front door. My eyes open as I see that the lawn is not even visible under the water.

Sloshing outside I look around, the road is flooded and the gutters are starting to clog. I feel sleep pull at me now but can't go back. I'm at a loss; what now?

Then I see a girl dressed in all black, whom I recognize to be Yumi, dashing towards the school. She looks spooked and wide-eyed.

I wait until she's a ways away and then I start following her through the shadows; not worrying about sound, as Yumi's making a ton of it already. She looks too focused on something to notice; I wonder what…