The next Skye knows, she's climbing the stairs to Jeffrey's room.
She doesn't see Mrs. T-D anywhere in sight, so she counts that as a success.
"They didn't make it." Jeffrey says, from behind her. "There was a cutoff date-"
"I'm sorry." she tries, the words sticking to the roof of her mouth.
And if you just watch, spring will turn to summer, and nothing's changed at all-
she's still caught in the same patterns that dictated her life from start to finish.
She really should know better.
She should.
Jeffrey sighs, rests his head in his hands.
"You haven't changed."
"I guess that makes two of us."