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Yet again, Carlos shot up in bed.
"Seriously?" He asked no one in particular.
He turned to say something to Cecil, but found the other half of the bed empty.
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Cecil ran down the street as fast as his bare feet could carry him. He knew where he was going, and he knew he didn't have much time.
Literally. There was very little time left.
He rounded a corner and sprinted the final stretch, collapsing onto Old Woman Josie's porch.
"Need something, dear?" The old lady asked, sipping her tea and rocking in her rocking chair.
Cecil stood up. His last hope was that Josie's (not actually real) angelic protection had allowed her to be aware of the loop.
If not, he would have to die.
"Yes. I need something desperately." Cecil nodded, panting. "Are you aware-"
"Oh, this time loop?" Josie asked. "Why yes, strange, isn't it?"
"Josie, I need..." Cecil gulped. He hadn't been prepared to get this far. "Is there anything your obviously non-existent angels can do to fix this?"
"Hm, well that is a great question." Josie nodded. "I believe they could-"
Cecil shot up in bed. "No!"
He jumped out and ran again, faster this time, cutting his foot on glass, but he knew he was literally running for his life. He kept going.
He made it back to Old Woman Josie's house faster than before, and panting, asked her, "What could they, even though they aren't real, do?"
Josie smiled up at him from her chair. "Well, if they could see the source of the problem, I'm sure they could do something about it."
"Oh, of course!" Cecil nodded excitedly. "You see, it's at-"
He shot up in bed once again. Not even taking time to express his disappointment, he began running again. He avoided the glass this time, luckily, and reached the house faster than any other time.
"The radio station." He finished. "In my studio."
"Of course, dear." Josie nodded, smiling. "I'll send the Erikas over as soon as I can."
As if on clue, the tall, glowing, winged creatures that always followed the old lady around appeared, towering over the two other figures on the porch.
"Are you sure they can fix this?" Cecil asked, worried.
Josie nodded. "The next loop will be the-"