Jack ran along the street toward Richard's office, praying for Tru's life. Damn! he thought. I cannot believe I didn't realize, didn't think. If Tru's dead then it's because of me. All my fault. Jack started to pick up pace, thoughts of Tru and Tru only racing through his mind. If he hurts her if he even lays a finger on her I'll...

His thoughts trailed off as he entered the room where Tru and Richard where. Jack gasped at the sight of his beloved standing only a few metres away from her father and the speeding bullet. There was only one thing left to do; only one thing he could do to save her.

As Jack lunged in front of the bullet, time seemed to go so slow. Almost as if fate was watching the show and didn't want to miss anything important.

Tru tried to let out a scream but before anything else could happen the day rewound...

Tru sat up quicker than the bullet which had been speeding straight for her and then...

"Oh my God, Jack," Tru said, hugging him tightly, tears flowing. "I was so scared.. I .. and you... then.. we.. and.. the day.. it's just so..."

"Ssh!" Jack said, "I'm here it's OK, we have another chance. It's not going to happen again."

Tru snuggled up closer then wiped her eyes. "Sorry," she whispered.

"What for?" Jack asked, confused.

"For lying to you."

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is you here safe and alive."

There was silence for a few moments as the couple went over in their heads the previous events.

"So did I uh... " Jack started, "I saw the bullet but I can't remember the .. dying part. "He said looking down, "Did I ask for help?"

Tru froze. "No. Nobody asked for help. The day just... restarted." Tru had no idea what this meant and whether or not she should be worrying but whether she was supposed to or not she was. "Is this good or bad?"

"I don't have any idea." Jack said. "Maybe it's fates way of saying something?"

"Well maybe next time fate shouls make it clearer.. you know, neon lights, signs saying whatever it wants instead of stupid signs we don't get!" she muttered.

Jack took hold of Tru shaking her slightly, trying to calm her down. "Tru, I'm as scared as you are, believe me but one way or another we're gonig to have to try and do .. something."

"I'm going back," Tru said standing up. "I have to."

"No way!" Jack exclaimed. "I'm not gonig to let you walk into your own grave!"

"You don't have a choice in this," Tru said.

"If your going I'm coming with you."

"But - "

"Adn you don't have a choice in that."

Tru sighed. One of them had to go and if both were going to be stubborn then they both had to go... but this time no one was dying. There has got to be a different outcome, Tru said pleading with herself and fate.

"Somethings different," Jack said as they walked into the building. "I feel it."

"I feel it too," Tru said, "Let's just hope that this difference stops us from being killed."

"He's not here," Jack said, stating the obvious, but hey sometimes it needed to be said, thoughts weren't always enough.

Tru ran across to his drawers and took the gun out and put it in her pocket. "Do you think he has more?"

"He doesn't," Jack said, looking down. He wasn't proud of the fact that he knew that, even if it could help them. "Only has one for protection."

Tru closed the door and looked up, "Ok, I have a plan, well some resemblance of one."

"Go for it," Jack said.

"OK, well he shoudl be back or in soon so we can hide. Do exactly what we did last time only this time he won't have the gun. You'll be hidden most of the time but ready if I need backup."

Jack nodded, "Got it but are you sure I'm not just staying hidden because you don't want me to get hurt?"

"True I don't want you getting hurt but this is sort of between me and that thing that most people would call a dad."

Tru and Jack hid for almost five minutes when Richard walked in, unaware of the "predators."

Jack squeezed Tru's shoulder and mouthed the words Good Luck.

Tru came out of hiding, "Hey... Dad."