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Day Twenty-Five; Back in Time
Who: Kimbery Corman
What: Packing for a trip to Daytona.
Where: White Plains, New York, 2003.
When: Day 25, from 12:00 P.M.
Rating: PG-13 for angst
Status: Complete



Birds. Snapping twigs. Angry voice; smug, sarcastic voice. Crunching dirt road. Creaking floorboards. Apology and surprise. Connor. Glass Cage. Book.

The sound of her phone chirping pulled Kimberly's focus and she blinked hard as she came back into herself. Blinking, she pciked up her phone and looked down. Shaina calling, the screen announced. Shaina. Shaina. Shaking, Kimberly answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Kimmy, I'm leaving in ten; Dano's got the weed and Frankie's got the money and reservation paperwork. We're all waiting on you. You take forever to pack, pick up the pace! We're ready to go!" her dead best friend's voice squeaked impatiently in her ear.

Looking down, Kimberly saw that she was packing a bag. Why was she packing...?

Oh. Oh. Connor had said that she wouldn't be back anytime soon but here she was. Back a little too far, but still. Back in New York, before her life was torn apart.

"Shaina, don't be mad, but...I don't feel very well," Kimberly replied.

"Whatever, you're fine. See you soon. Hurry up!" the voice on the phone replied cheerfully and then there was a click on the line. When Kimberly pulled the phone away from her face, she could see that the call had ended.

Her hands were shaking and her stomach was churning. There was time to stop it all. If she just made sure that they left ten minutes late; if she dwadled just enough, they wouldn't even get there until after everything happened and then they wouldn't have been on Death's list at all. Right? Thomas would die, and Rory and Kat and Tim and Nora and Eugene. Clear would stay in the padded room safely and Kimberly, Shaina, Dano, and Frankie would live to see another day. Kimberly wondered if she could really do that to them; if it was really worth the risk.

Yeah. Yeah, it was. They didn't know who she was, they would think she was crazy all over again. So yeah. Saving Shaina, Dano, and Frankie was more important. It was worth it. Just then, Kimberly picked up her bag and dumped it out all over the bed. With painful slowness, she plucked up shirt after shirt, folding, unfolding, and refolding each before putting it back into the bag. That ought to do it.