"You know what happened?" Jack asked.

"Yes, but do you?" Tru questioned.

"I'm the one who called you, remember?"

"Yeah, but you did yesterday because I died."

"Tru, you're not making any sense."

"I died and the day rewound, but I didn't remember anything. Then you died and the day rewound again."

"What do you mean, I died? And you died?"

"Right."

"What the hell is going on Tru?"

"I don't know, but we both died at the same time twelve hours apart."

"Tru, you're going to have to start at the beginning."

She told him everything she knew.

"Let me get this straight. We're crossing each other on the street, you get hit by a truck and die at 7:03 p.m. You ask for my help, the day rewinds, you have no memory. Then I come over to your place to warn you, I leave your place, get hit by a truck and die at 7:03 a.m."

"Right."

"There's one thing I don't understand," Jack replied.

"What's that?"

"Why I was telling you anything…no offense, Tru, but if you were suppose to die…"

Tru got a flash of him kissing her. "Your reasons were never made clear to me either."

"This isn't how fate works. It doesn't just jump the gun and kill someone twelve hours before another person was supposed to die." Jack sounded tense.

There was a knock at the door. "That's strange." Tru flipped the covers off and pulled on her robe.

"What?"

"There's someone at my door. No one came to my door either day I don't think."

"Harrison calls around seven but no one came to my door at six in the morning." She cautiously peered through the peep hole. "Hang on, Jack."

"Jensen? I thought you were supposed to be visiting your family." Tru smiled.

"I made it there but then I had to come back and when I tried to leave again something came up. I thought I would come see you instead."

"At six in the morning?" Tru let him into her apartment. "Not that it isn't great to see you but the only reason why I'm up is because my friend had a problem and called me."

"It's been a long day already."

"Did you have a rough night or something? Cause again, it's only six in the morning."

Jensen looked unconcerned with her. "Finish your phone conversation; I'll make us some coffee." He wandered into the kitchen.

Tru stared after him as she put the phone back to her ear. "Jack?"

"I'm here."

"What do we do?"

"I have no idea."

"We should definitely say off the streets at 7:03."

"Meet me at the diner at eight o'clock and don't bring the boy." Jack disconnected the phone.

Tru turned her attention back to Jensen. She felt guilty about yesterday even though technically it never happened and Jack didn't even remember. Jensen sat on a stool at the island bar in her kitchen.

Jensen turned around and met her gaze as if he knew that she was watching him. She approached him trying to shake the unnerving feeling that something wasn't right.

"So what's going on?"

"We need to talk, Tru."

She sat down on the stool next to him. "Okay."

"Something's wrong with me."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm having weird moments of déjà vu and dreams whee I think that I've gone through most of a day and then all of the sudden I wake up and it starts over only the things that happen in my dreams happen in real life."

Tru stared at him for along moment. "So it's like you relive the day?"

"That's an odd way of putting it," he replied.

Tru shrugged and her eyes met his piercing blues. His expression looked similar to the one she had seen on him in the church on Christmas Eve; it had chilled her to the bone then too.

"What happens when you have these dreams?"

"Not much, usually I just do the same thing I did in the dream, but like today it happened twice."

"Twice?" she swallowed.

"I was packed and I went to my parents and everything just liked I planned and then some time around 7:00 p.m. I woke up and it was 5:30 and my alarm was going off and then at seven again this morning, I woke up again in my bed at 5:30. I don't know what's happening, but between that and the visions…"

Tru interrupted, "What visions?"

"I keep seeing all of these dead people."

"Dead people?" Tru swallowed.

"I see their deaths. I thought they were nightmares until I saw one of the corpses in your morgue."

"Jensen, how long has this been happening?" Tru feared the answer, but she needed to know.

"It's been worse lately, but it started after you saved my life."

To Be Continued...