'It was MINE- you had no right to take it!'
I sat up slowly, checked the date; Thursday, August 20th.
Grace and Jensen were fighting again- how the Hell was this happening?
***
We sat at the restaurant and as Grace and Jensen poured over the menus I mouthed,
'Do you reckon they'll serve the dinner special still kicking?' Just before Jensen said it.
'That's not really important now, is it?' Grace snapped. 'So you really believe you've seen
both of us die?'
I nodded.
'And so what, this whole thing must be like deja vu to you?' Jensen asked.
'Kinda, I guess.' I muttered.
'Sounds like deja vu.' Grace said.
'Probably is deja vu.' Jensen added.
'Stop saying deja vu!' I cried. 'Look, I don't know what's going on, but I just want it to
stop.'
'If it'll make you feel any better, I'll change my order.' Grace said.
Now I may not've said this before, but food is like religion to us.
Grace must really value my sanity.
I zoned out and looked around to see a little girl with her mother skip in and sit at the
long front bench.
I blinked and turned back as the woman dropped off their orders.
'And the hot sauce for the- oh!' She knocked it off but I caught it.
'Wow, thanks.' She turned and walked off.
'Good reflexes.' Grace praised.
'No,' I said. 'I knew it was going to happen.'
***
'Dammit, I've lost my card.'
'Do you reckon we could, you know, visit a touristy spot?' Grace asked, and I shivered.
'Are you sure that rope's secure?'
I made us speed up before I could hear the man's 'reassuring' reply again.
'There's a cat.' I whispered just before Jensen did.
I was getting better.
'I don't like cats.' Grace growled.
'Wonder why.' Jensen muttered.
Good God, I was going insane.
'Stop.' I shot my arm out and Grace ran into it.
'What?' She asked before the old man's car narrowly avoided taking us out.
'Oh.' she said in a small voice.
'Maybe we should go to the Bermuda Triangle.' Jensen suggested as we kept walking
and I struggled to control my breathing. 'After hours, to get a better look.'
'What?' I stopped. 'No! No, no, we should go now! Yeah, nice and light and public.'
Grace and Jensen shared a look. And it wasn't the usual, 'I'm gonna kill you in your sleep
look'. It was a, 'Our reaper friend is going crazy' look.
'Uh... If you want, Alex.' Grace said.
***
'Tell us all about this place, Mr Horde.' Jensen said.
We sat in the room he had been shot in at a round table surrounded by tourists.
Was playing dress-ups in my job description? 'Coz this suit was itchy...
'Well, I've owned it for five years, after having it passed down to me by my father. It's been
in my family for generations.' Mr Horde smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.
'No, about this place specifically.' Grace said. 'And strange happenings? Random cold
spots maybe?'
'It IS called the Bermuda Triangle.' He laughed like we were stupid.
'Stop jerking us around.' I spat, and the man looked taken aback for a second.
Then he smiled again. 'What are you, like a British Emo fairy or something?'
'I'm Irish!' I cried. 'And punk!'
Why do people always assume I'm emo?
'Sorry, but I'm not hiring.'
I stood and grabbed his collar. 'You better stop jerking me around or I swear I'll-'
Grace detached me from him and pulled me away as Jensen apologised.
'What were you doing?' Grace cried as we began walking the two blocks back to the
motel.
'Grace, I've seen you both die, and I'm not going to let it happen again.' I said, close to
the edge.
'Maybe now that we've been to the Bermuda Triangle, it won't-'
'Look out!' Someone yelled.
I looked up as I heard the rope snap, and the piano came crashing down on Grace.
