Ron woke up in the same room, with the same sound of rain pitter-pattering against the window, and the same throbbing ache on his head. As he scanned the room, the scene around him seemed to be a decade old. Memories from that time surfaced then faded away, merging into bits of other memories like trickles of rain converging on the window pane. Ron had been stuck in a time loop and he wasn't even sure if this was just a dream. Would he eventually wake up? Or was he a dead man crossing the borders to heaven? However, some thing was amiss this time. Elena, his childhood beau, had lost her mind. But before he could know more, he was spun back into the past. Could this be a chance to change Elena's life? In the silence, the sound of clock hands ticked away mercilessly, echoing loudly in his ears. He could hear the sound of sand rushing down the hourglass embedded in the old pocket watch. Outside the window, grey clouds drift forward, lighting up in bright red flashes upon each strike of lightning. When the clouds arrive overhead, Ron would be spun out of this time again. Can he uncover the truth before the teardrops fall, again?