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Rebecca Kit is dead. William is close to dying. I scream louder until a brilliant light surrounds me, and I'm taken somewhere by my powers. There is no way for me to control them. I keep yelling, "Take me back in time to kill Davis!" but that wish doesn't come true. I'm sent somewhere else, shouting before BANG—I sit up straight in a dark room. What. The. Actual. Hell. My lips open to grasp for oxygen. I look around in wild panic, panting and hyperventilating until there is a voice. "Rebecca?" I look to my left, noticing the younger version of William is holding on to my arm with tired eyes. Oh-my-god. Am I back to the same night I left him and his family?! He is wearing the same pajamas! Oh, God. I look around and almost pass out when I realize this is the same night I left