Melissa watched as her grandfather entered the room alone. It was followed by several minutes of horrifying sounds of pain from behind the closed door. Ten minutes later, Harold came back through the door, fresh blood covering his shirt.

“I have a single request. I do not like what I had to do here. I’ve never liked it. I know you want me to become loop-aware, but please do not do so in this loop. I would prefer to forget this new horror I’ve done.” Harold’s voice cracked slightly with his request.

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“If that’s what you want, of course. I’m sorry you had to do that, but the information may be critical in the future.” Melissa tried to assure the older man.

“Oh, it likely will be, and given time to get used to this, I may even be able to come to terms with doing this again in the future, but for now, please allow me to forget,” he responded.