"It's all..." She looked off into the distance, staring past him at something that probably didn't exist. "It's all going to happen again. And again."
The sketch started to turn into something else, something he could recognize. Light brown hair and bright eyes, a boy with a camera in his hand. He was covered in his own blood.
Nolan turned away, trying not to be sick. "Stop." he said, unable to look anymore.
"Go back." she said. "It may only be one time, but I fixed it." The page had been cleared, and in its place was a different drawing of two people. He looked at it for a long time, unable to tear himself away. And then he went back.
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