"Where did we go wrong?" Natt flipped the pages of her diary. "How did this happen?"

"I… I don’t know, Natt…"

I sank into the couch beside her. Everything in the room seemed to close in, as if to squeeze me to death. Night painted the windows deep black, and rain crashed against it.

"Hunter Cross… Hunter, Hunter… He’s all over these pages!" Natt dragged her hand through her messy blonde hair.

"Maybe you should take a break." I said, rubbing my hand on her shoulder.

She sighed, burying her face in her hands.

Her pixie cut had grown long, tickling the back of her ears. Eye bags rested under her eyes. She’s been at it for weeks.

"We’ll figure it out… eventually…” I said. I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince more- me or her.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, ricocheting through the silence.

"Who’s—"

"I’ll get it." Natt muttered, finally putting down her diary.

She walked toward the door, her tired footsteps trailing behind her.

I looked at her diary; its corners were smudged, and coffee spills were splattered all over the cover. Thinking of it, both of us stayed away from that stuff. Natt refused to take a sip without adding at least a jar of sugar to her mug. Were those his? Was it Hunter?

I pictured Natt chasing him around the apartment as he ran with a coffee in hand, stealing a peek. And for a dreadful moment, it felt real.

We had done time-traveling countless times. But never once did we mess up this badly.

The thought of an entire person wiped out from our memories was enough to realize how bad it was.

The door clicked and opened.

A familiar voice spoke.

"Apologi- heez..." the voice wheezed, "..didn't mean... to disturb...."

Something inside me lit up. Like a dim light bulb finally turned on. That voice...

A tall guy stood at the door-- panting, wet, gripping the doorframe, barely keeping him upright. Water trickled through his jet black hair down to his face and landed on his shoulders. The smell of damp leather immediately floated through the apartment.

My throat went dry.

"Hu- Hunter?"

Somewhere far outside the apartment, lightning crashed.