In regular sci-fi stories (sorry Wade!), Groundhog Days typically repeat themselves exactly, and the protagonists usually figure that out fairly quickly and modify their actions to either test or try to change said events. But as you'll discover, this isn't your typical Groundhog Day tale. Even so, no matter what day it is, if you leave a review I promise a reply, and maybe a hint of what's to come. Or perhaps not, depending on the time of day, especially as it gets closer to midnight...

But first, a grateful nod to those who have read and reviewed so far: Invader Johnny, MrDrP, CajunBear73, Eddy13, Sentinel103, EchidnaPower, Jimmy1201 and Sharper the Writer.

And now it's time for Take Two. The clock is ticking...

I.

Kim's clock radio clicked on, announcing yet another day. Exhausted, she had returned to Middleton late the previous night, now with a fairly good idea of who might be behind the disappearance of Punxsutawney Phil. And she had full confidence that with Ron's help, together they would solve the mystery and put things back to right, just like they always had. Or so she thought.

"Good morning, Middleton!" the broadcaster cheerfully announced.

Kim sat up in bed, yawning widely and eager to face the new challenges that this day would bring.

"It's February 2nd, and in spite of the snow flurries we had last night, they were rather mild. So for all you kids out there expecting a snow day, better luck next time…"

Now fully awake, Kim's eyes shot wide open. "What the... that's yesterday's news! Unless the station prerecorded that bulletin and accidentally stuck the wrong tape in."

The announcer continued, "And better luck next year for the residents of Punxutawney, Pennsylvania. We've just received word that Punxsutawney Phil, the famous weather-prognosticating groundhog, has gone missing, along with his 'wife' Phyllis and the two other groundhogs being cared for at the same location, the children's section of the Punxsutawney Memorial Library."

Kim gasped, "Wait a minute, that's not what happened yesterday! Only Phil was missing, but now all of them are?"

"The local authorities are mystified as the police noted no signs of a break-in, but are conducting a search of the surrounding area for any sign of the missing groundhogs."

Beep-beep-bee-beep…

Her Kimmunicator signaled its signature ringtone, and she had a bad feeling what Wade was calling about.

"Uh, what up, Wade?"

"Hey, Kim. Missing groundhogs in Punxutawney. The local police chief would like you there asap."

Kim felt a cold chill go up her spine and thought, "Did I only dream the events I remember from yesterday, or did the entire last 24 hours somehow just flip back?"

She decided to play it safe. "Uh, what day is it Wade?"

"February 2nd, Kim. Groundhog Day."

Kim paled, but didn't let her face express any shock at the news. She thought to herself, "I better play it safe and play along for the moment until I figure out what's really going on..."

Out loud she waffled, "Uh, sorry, Wade, but I've got an Advanced Placement English exam this morning. I was hoping for a spankin' snow day so I could have a chance to study a little more, but no such luck. But maybe first thing after lunch, that is, if you can score a ride for me and Ron?"

Wade smiled back. "I'm on it, Kim. I'll let you know."

II.

Ron was once again late for his first class, and apologized to Rufus. "Oh man, I thought I had set my alarm fifteen minutes earlier after yesterday!"

Just like the day before, he decided to risk making a quick detour through Middleton High's D hall. But his luck was still poor, this time running right into not one, but two bullies.

"What's the hurry, Stoppable?" the shorter one snarled.

"Uh, sorry guys. Late for class again. So if you don't mind…"

"Oh, but we do mind, Stoppable," the huge one from the day before mocked. "So cough up your lunch money and we'll call it even."

"But only for today," warned the other.

Ron checked his pockets, but they were still empty, save for Rufus.

"Sorry," he answered with an apologetic shrug, "but I'm a little light again today. Still, I'd be happy to give you a snowcheck, just like I promised yesterday."

The shorter one gave the bigger one a perplexed look and muttered, "Yesterday? What the heck is he talking about?"

But he figured that Ron must be pulling his leg. "Oh, so you think you're a funny guy, huh? We'll just show you what we think about funny guys with no cash to pay toll."

Ron tried to back away. "Whoa, wait a minute, if you can just give me a break..."

But he was cut short as the huge bully grabbed him, slamming the twice luckless teen into the nearest trash can.

"Oh man, not again," he groaned. "Late for class for the third time this month, still smelling like garbage, and now Barkin will have a royal cow and toss me into detention, just like he promised!"

"Poor Ron," commiserated Rufus.

Ron dragged himself into class a few minutes later, hoping that maybe he could sneak into his seat, but this was still not to be.

"Stoppable!" barked his instructor. "Late again? That makes it two days in a row, and the month's just started." His voice dropped to a growl. "So we'll just be seeing you in detention this afternoon, won't we?"

"Sorry Mr. Barkin!" he whined. "Just waylaid by some bullies on my way to class, not my fault!"

Kim carefully whispered, "Ron, what happened?"

"Oh, just another run-in with two bullies this time in D hall. Same old, same old."

"Yeah," she replied. "But wasn't it just one bully yesterday?"

"Right, but what does that have to do with the price of rice in China?"

Kim's eyes narrowed. "Ron, I think the price of rice in China has just skyrocketed."

Mr. Barkin cleared his throat for attention and announced, "If you two are quite finished, shall we get on with today's subject matter?"

He flipped on the overhead projector, displaying a man in a top hat and tuxedo, holding a large, furry rodent.

"In honor of Groundhog Day, we'll be reviewing the history of the event, placing it in historical context. And yes, you will be tested on this."

The class groaned in unison at the announcement. But Kim and Ron immediately exchanged a puzzled look.

Ron whispered, "KP, am I losing it, or did he give us this same lecture yesterday?"

Her fears confirmed, she replied, "You're not losing it, Ron. So either he is, or else this day's somehow had a reboot. But it's only affected us, since none of the rest of the class looks the least bit surprised."

Mr. Barkin began, "Everyone should be familiar with the basics of this bogus holiday: every year on February 2, Punxsutawney Phil, the country's most irritating weather predictor, sticks his head out of his pitiful little hole after a long winter in hibernation. If he sees his shadow, six more weeks of winter will supposedly follow. But if he doesn't, an early spring will presumably occur."

He smugly continued, "His track record, however, isn't very good. Sine the first American Groundhog Day in 1887, Punxsutawney Phil has only made a correct prediction 39% of the time. And since 1969, the average falls to a mere 36%. A very poor average, I should say."

This brought a chuckle to the class. Ron whispered, "Hey Rufus, I'd bet you could do better than that by just by flipping a coin!" To which the tiny rodent chattered back, giving him a questioning look.

"Yeah, I guess I did say that yesterday..."

Mr. Barkin continued, "Now, the origin of Groundhog Day actually goes back thousands of years and across many cultures, and originally badgers or hedgehogs were the animal of choice. Also, the celebration date of February 2 wasn't chosen arbitrarily: this date is astronomically significant as it's known as a 'cross-quarter day,' lying halfway between the winter solstice and vernal equinox, or the point at which days begin to grow noticeably longer, and was seen as an auspicious date in ancient European religious celebrations."

He flipped to the next slide, a rather lame looking candle. "Beginning in the fourth century, Christians have celebrated it as Candlemas, or the Feast of the Presentation of Jesus. Part of this celebration involves the blessing of candles to be used in the coming year. Rather significantly, the English, the French and the Germans believed that good weather on Candlemas is believed to predict a long winter. The Germans in turn passed it on to the ancestors of Punxsutawney's original settlers, the Pennsylvania Dutch, who then transferred both the tradition and weather prognostication onto the local fauna, replacing hedgehogs with groundhogs."

Ron raised his hand. "Uh, Mr. Barkin, what about the Celts and the Romans?"

Mr. Barkin heaved a deep sigh. "What about the Celts and the Romans, Stoppable?"

"Well, yesterday you said that the most ancient Groundhog Day traditions started with the celebration of Imbolc by the Celts, who then passed it on to the Romans."

The class could actually hear Mr. Barkin's teeth grinding together. "Stoppable, yesterday's lecture was on meal preparation of wild game, presented by the cafeteria lady. Oh, which reminds me."

An evil grin spread across his face as he continued, "And although the current Punxsutawney Phil is inexplicably treated as royalty, the original Punxsutawney residents celebrated with a wild groundhog hunt followed by a delicious groundhog picnic, where the captured little varmints were served up as the main course."

Rufus screamed in fear and made a beeline right back into his master's pocket. Suspecting something was amiss but recalling yesterday's events, Ron turned to Bonnie Rockwaller with an evil grin of his own. "Hey, Bon-Bon, I'll bet you a dollar that groundhog is the secret ingredient in Middleton High's mystery meat."

Instantly turning a deep shade of green, Bonnie clapped one hand over her mouth and rushed out the door to the restroom. But she couldn't quite make it, tossing her cookies in the hallway right outside the classroom.

Kim paled, also recollecting the events of the prior day. "Ron, please think carefully. Do you remember the same thing happening yesterday?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "But yesterday I think Bonnie actually made it to the girl's bathroom."

Ignoring his glib remark, Kim whispered, "Ron, I think we have a problem. A really, really big problem."

III.

James Possible was on the edge of his chair. The latest rocket launch had been delayed several times that morning thanks to a number of snow flurries, but now that all systems were green, it was a go for launch.

"Finally. Good thing too, since the next launch window isn't until tomorrow."

The countdown finally began. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2..1... Liftoff!"

The rocket spewed out a bright yellow flame and began to rise into the sky. Faster and faster it climbed, until it was miles high and nearly out of sight. But just as it had reached 50,000 feet, the rocket exploded, raining down tiny shards of metal far downrange of the launch.

"Aw, cheese and crackers," he complained. "I really thought it would make it all the way into orbit. Oh well, back to the drawing board. Maybe those snow flurries had something to do with it. But first, I'd better go over the telemetry."

Dismayed but not defeated, he slowly got up and began the walk over to the control tower, where he hoped that Dr. Bob Chen might have some answers. As he watched the falling debris trail tiny plumes of smoke, he couldn't help but imagine Ron being on the doomed rocket.

He instantly chided himself, "No, Ron's all right. I just don't like him and Kimmie dating. Because no one's good enough for my Kimmie-cub."

IV.

Outside the Middleton Medical Center, the marquee cheerfully announced, "16 Days Without a Fatality!" It had been a very busy morning, and Dr. Ann Possible was feeling the strain. Her first brain operation of the day had been successfully completed, but not without considerable effort.

Her adjutant put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Dr. Possible, that was a difficult operation, but thanks to your skill, you've saved another life."

Ann acknowledged her compliment, but knew how close it had been. "Thanks Nurse Chapelle, but I've still got another operation to perform this afternoon. And considering how this one just went, I'm not terribly sanguine about how that one will turn out. I just hope all will go well, and not only because of the patient. It's because I know how much James and the kids look up to me, especially Kim. I'd feel terrible if I ever let her down. Just like Ron Stoppable, who tries his best, even though he can be so clueless at times."

She uneasily thought, "I really do wish the best for them, but I wonder sometimes if they're really right for each other. Well, once Kimmie goes off to college, maybe that will cool their relationship a bit..."

V.

After lunch, Kim and Ron were winging their way at long last toward Punxsutawney in a C-130 turboprop transport. She had finally convinced Wade that Team Possible hadn't gone crazy and were actually replaying the day before, albeit with minor changes, even though neither Wade nor anyone else except Rufus seemed to be affected.

Kim thanked the pilot. "We really appreciate the lift, Lieutenant Kronos, especially on such short notice."

"My pleasure, Kim. It's the least I could do after you repaired the Atomic Clock at the US Naval Observatory. The entire world's GPS systems were totally on the fritz until you could fix it."

"No problem, Lieutenant. I'm just glad I could fix it before any real damage was done."

Ron smiled hopefully back at her. "Yeah, Kim, you still are the girl who can do anything."

"Yeah, and I hope that includes fixing this latest sitch."

"I'm sure it will, Kim. By the way, how do you think you did on your AP English test today, with the extra help you got from taking it yesterday?"

Kim frowned. "Not as well as I thought I would have, considering I took it just yesterday. I remembered a lot of the questions, but some of them had changed, so it was basically a wash: probably no better, no worse."

Ron tsked, "Well, there's always tomorrow."

Kim shuddered. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm afraid of."

Suddenly her Kimmunicator beeped its characteristic tone, and a concerned Wade appeared on the tiny screen.

"Kim, check the latest news. It sounds like Puxsutawney Phil isn't the only groundhog that's gone missing."

The iconic brunette reporter appeared. "This is Tricia Lipowski reporting from Puxsutawney, Pennsylvania. The nation is in shock after learning that Puxsutawney Phil, the groundhog famous for his predictions of possible spring or continued winter, is missing. And now we're receiving reports from all over North America that any weather predicting groundhogs have also gone missing. These include Georgia's General Beauregard Lee, holder of two honorary doctorates in Weather Prognostication and Groundology; Nova Scotia's Shubenacadie Sam, whose geographic location in the Atlantic time zone gives him an early edge in the weather prediction game each year; and Louisiana's Pierre C. Shadeaux, the Cajun Sensation."

Pictures flashed by of each groundhog, ending on one that was snow white in color. "But still missing after several years is Ontario's Wiarton Willie, the albino groundhog whose brief career was cut short by a terrific scandal involving the murder of two of his groundhog understudies. Since both had mob connections, the FBI quickly became involved, finally matching DNA from Willie's fur taken from his handler's brush with a strand of fur found in a 1975 Mercury Cougar driven by longtime friend Charlie "Woodchuck" O'Brian. O'Brian has continued to deny any allegations of ever being involved in Willie's disappearance or that Willie had ever been a passenger in his car. Willie was later rumored to be buried in the end zone of New York's Giants stadium, but after being thoroughly scanned with ground-penetrating radar, this theory was dismissed, and the case remains open."

She concluded, "But with today's developments, the entire North American continent is in total shock, and a majority of weather officials from both the US and Canada are urging that we skip the season of spring entirely and declare an immediate summer."

Ron became as pale as a sheet and began babbling, "Kim, without those weather-predicting rodents, the earth could get stuck in either an eternal winter or a never-ending summer, ultimately dooming the whole world!"

Kim gave him a casual roll of her eyes, "Like I said yesterday, so not the disaster, Ron. But this sitch is definitely getting weirder by the day, so we really need to get to the bottom of this before the rest of the world really starts to panic."

Wade came back online. "Too late, Kim. Take a look at tonight's 'Investigative Discovery Channel' lineup."

Kim's mouth dropped open at the lurid titles. "Suspicious Suspects: The Case of the Missing Groundhog, followed by Nightmare Down the Street: When Groundhogs Go Bad." Wow, this is getting worse by the minute, Wade."

Ron shuddered in agreement. "Yeah, and if today repeats again but gets even more wrongsick..."

He left that thought hanging while Kim replied, "Ron, this might not end in a permanent seasonal change, but it could end up really bad. We've got to find out why this is happening, and quick."

VI.

After parachuting down, they made a pinpoint landing on Gobbler's Knob, the tiny hill where Puxsutawney Phil's annual weather predictions were announced. But instead of the thousands of Groundhog Day revelers from the day before, there were now only a few hundred hangers on, taking full advantage of the cut-rate prices at the concession stands thanks to the day's sad turn of events. Waiting for them stood a man wearing a top hat and tuxedo, accompanied by a police officer. The man extended his hand in greeting.

"Thank you so much for coming, Kim. My name is William Deeley, and I'm the president of the Inner Circle."

Already knowing what the Inner Circle was, she simply shook his hand and replied, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Deeley."

"And this is our local police chief, Constable Hobble."

The constable politely tipped his hat. "A pleasure, miss."

Kim and Ron exchanged a knowing glance. Ron couldn't help but ask, "Uh, pardon me, Constable, but are you any relation to Officer Hobble of the Middleton PD?"

"Yes," replied the lawman. "He's my cousin. We're proud that law enforcement runs in the family."

Mr. Deeley motioned toward the waiting patrol car. "Well then, shall we start by inspecting the scene of the crime? The library where both Phil and his friends live most of the year is just a few miles from here."

"Sounds spankin," Kim agreed.

As they drove through town, Kim noticed only one statue of Puxsutawney Phil adorning a single street corner, where there had been twenty-four the day before.

"Wow, nice statue." Almost afraid to ask the obvious question, she swallowed hard. "And, uh, are there any more like that, or is that the only one?"

"No, that's actually the single example," answered Mr. Deeley. "A local sculptor created it in 2004, and although more were planned, he disappeared without a trace shortly thereafter."

Ron gasped and replied in a hushed tone, "Kim, there were tons of those things around yesterday! What could have happened to all them?"

"A good question, Ron..."

Soon they were at the library, and Kim took a careful look around at the large cage where Phil and the other three groundhogs had lived, including Phil's 'wife,' Phyllis. "So, what can you tell us, Mr. Deeley?"

"Well, not too much, actually. I arrived late last night to take Phil to Gobbler's Knob in anticipation of the annual show, but neither he nor the others were anywhere to be found. The cage was still locked, and we found no signs of forced entry to either the library or the cage."

Ron queried, "Uh, could they have tunneled out somehow?"

"No, we've found no tunnels of any sort. Besides, the floor is made of concrete. And no fingerprints either, other than those of the handler responsible for cage maintenance and feeding the critters."

Kim paused for a moment, already knowing who the culprit probably was, but not willing to announce it quite yet. "So, do you think this could have been an inside job?"

Constable Hobble wagged his head. "Not likely, Kim, as there's no discernible motive. I've interviewed the handler already, and he has a solid alibi. And everyone else would have had a considerable amount to lose should Phil and his friends go missing."

"Then kidnapping, perhaps?"

"Well, no ransom note was left, nor any phone call demanding a ransom, so I seriously doubt that. But there was one rather suspicious clue left behind which I haven't revealed to the public."

He held up a flash card with the number 61 on it. Just like yesterday, Kim froze in place. "Ron," she whispered. "This looks exactly like the flash card from yesterday, except it's a 61 instead of a 60."

Ron fearfully looked over the card. "But what could it mean?"

Kim instantly activated her Kimmunicator. "Wade, we've got something very similar to..." She almost said 'yesterday' but quickly caught herself. "Similar to that, uh, other time. Would you scan this flash card and tell me if you pick up anything unusual, please and thank you?"

"No problem, Kim."

The Kimmunicator analyzed the card, and Wade's sharp intake of breath revealed he had found something surprising.

"Kim, I'm picking up residual traces of tachyons."

"Tachyons? So, like time cooties maybe?"

"Hey, I was going to make that joke..."

"Sorry, so not in the mood, Wade. But can you scan this room and tell me if you pick up any other tachyon traces?"

"Sure, no problem." This time, a wide angle blue beam bathed the entire room.

Wade nodded, "Yes, Kim. Definitely lots of lingering tachyon radiation, especially in the cage."

Kim turned toward her two hosts and announced, "I have a strong feeling that your groundhogs were abducted, and a pretty good idea about who's behind it. But I'm still not sure of the reason, so Team Possible's going to need to do some more legwork before we can solve this sitch."

Mr. Deeley pleaded, "But if you think you know who the perpetrator is, can't you tell the police and ask for their help?"

Kim wagged her head. "Trust me, I'm afraid the police won't have any idea where to look for your missing critters."

"Or when..." Ron mumbled.

"So we're going to have to do some more research first, but we'll be in touch. I promise we'll get to the bottom of this."

Since Wade couldn't snag them a ride back to Middleton, Kim and Ron found themselves on a late night flight on a commercial jet. But they were still able to hold a clandestine convo with Wade in their attempt to crack the case of the missing groundhogs.

Ron turned the flash card over in his hands. "So, this definitely looks like the handiwork of the Mathter."

"And that residual tachyon radiation indicates some sort of time manipulation is involved," Wade added.

"Time travel," Ron grumbled. ""It's a cornucopia of disturbing concepts." A puzzled look came over his face. "Or have I said that before? Getting a real sense of deja vu here, KP."

Rufus moaned softly in agreement.

Kim queried, "Yeah, but why is it that only you, me and Rufus are repeating days? Why not Wade or anyone else?"

Ron scratched his head. "Well, we were the only people who had direct contact with the Mathter. Wade wasn't physically there."

Kim's eyes widened. "Yes, but your father was, which gives me an idea. Wade, can you get Mr. Stoppable on the line, please and thank you?"

"Right away, Kim."

In a few moments Ron's dad picked up the phone."Hello?"

"Hi Mr. Stoppable. This is Kim."

He hesitantly replied, "Uh, hello Kim. What's up?"

"Just a quick question. Have you personally experienced anything... unusual since yesterday?"

The line remained silent for a moment before Mr. Stoppable continued. "Well, uh, yes I have. But if I told you exactly what, you would think I had lost my mind."

"Try me. Perhaps you, well, relieved the same day all over again?"

Again the line was silent for a moment before Mr. Stoppable sharply exhaled. "Yes, Kim, I did. But there were a few differences, and not for the best."

Ron jumped in. "Dad, we've experienced the same wrongsick thing ourselves, and now we're positive that the Mathter's behind it. He left behind a flash card with a '60' on it yesterday, and then one with a '61' on it today. Now, you're an actuary, so do these numbers mean anything to you?"

"Hmm, not offhand. Maybe the years 1960 and 1961?"

Kim asked, "Wade, could that mean anything?"

Wade's fingers flew across his computer keyboard. "Cross referencing with all current data..."

But after a few moments he wagged his head. "Sorry Kim, nothing specific comes up."

Ron began tapping his chin. "Wait a minute... Yesterday Mr. Barkin was lecturing on the origins of Groundhog Day, and said that the Celts probably started weather forecasting with hedgehogs as part of some pagan ceremony, called, uh..."

"Imbolc," Kim finished. "And the Romans picked up on that from the Celts, who eventually influenced the Germans."

"But today, Mr. Barkin didn't make a single mention of the Celts or Imbolc, and when I asked him about it, he looked at me like I had grown a second head."

Kim brightened up. "That's right, he did. Wade, cross reference the Celts and Romans with the numbers 60 and 61."

After a moment Wade exclaimed, "Bingo! In either 60 or 61 AD, a queen named Boudica led a revolt of the her Celtic Iceni tribe against the occupying Romans, and sacked what's now London and burned it to the ground. In a panic, the Roman Emperor Nero almost abandoned England, but the Roman Governor Gaius Suetonius Paulinus led his troops in a successful counterattack against heavy odds. Queen Boudica perished shortly thereafter, but it's not known if it was due to illness or if she died by her own hand in order not to be captured by the Romans. The Romans remained in control for another 350 years before abandoning England in order to fight the Germanic tribes on the European continent."

Kim thought for a long moment. "So, do you think that the Mathter's unethical math experiments finally paid off, somehow allowing him to break the time barrier? And then finding a way to prevent the Celts from sharing Imbolc, and ultimately Groundhog Day with the Romans?"

"Well, that's our best theory at the moment. But Queen Boudica was defeated, Kim. How could a Roman victory lead to Groundhog Day disappearing?"

"That's a real good question, Wade. Maybe he found a way to let her win but keep Groundhog Day to themselves?"

Ron shuddered. "Or maybe find a way to totally wipe out the Celts."

Wade nodded in agreement. "That's entirely possible, Ron. If he brought back any future tech with him, even simple stuff, that could potentially change the whole balance of power and alter the course of history."

Kim scoffed, "But why go to all that trouble? And for a simple groundhog?"

Ron shrugged. "He's a villain, Kim. Why does any villain do what they do? Power, riches, revenge, the list goes on and on."

Kim growled, "Well, this is one villain whose days are numbered."

Ron snorted, "I knew I could count on you, KP."

Wade merely rolled his eyes. "And you say my jokes are bad..."

Kim giggled, "Well, they are, Wade, but right now we need to find the Mathter, or at least where his jumping off point was."

"Got it, Kim. Now scanning his last known lair, which was at zero degrees latitude, zero degrees longitude, in the Eastern Atlantic Ocean: the Bay of Guinea to be exact."

After a moment, Wade declared, "Yup, it's still there. And wow! Intense tachyon radiation readings, Kim. They're almost overwhelming all of my electronics. And there's lots of time displacement in that very same area. Looks like we have our location."

"Great job, Wade! Now if you can just find us another ride to his HQ, the Mathter's time may be up. So, how long will it take us to get there?"

Wade didn't look hopeful. "Well, it all depends on the ride, but it won't be until tomorrow morning at the earliest. And since it's almost midnight..."

Kim looked down at her watch and gasped. "Less than sixty seconds now, Wade. But since we're all wide awake this time, will we be spared another time flip, or will this sitch repeat itself all over again?"

Ron whined, "Which means we'll be back at Square One one more time!"

Rufus added his own little moan, while Wade tried to do some quick calculations.

"Good question, Kim. Since we don't know by what process this is all happening, it's anyone's guess."

"Well, we'll all find out in about 10 seconds..."

Kim felt a sudden wave of dizziness, which quickly passed. But the next thing she became aware of was her clock radio clicking on. She was back home in her bed, and groaned as she suddenly sat up.

"Good morning, Middleton!" the broadcaster cheerfully announced.

She put her head in her hands. "Oh, no. Not again..."

TBC...