After a while, the door slammed open, and Stanley rushed inside as quickly as possible. "I got the call and came as fast as I could. Are you ok?"

"Oh, I'm alright," Hilary replied calmly.

"Hey, what's he doing here?" Stanley pointed at Jordan and asked.

"What do you mean? I got here by choice. Hilary led me here." Jordan raised his hands to defend himself.

"Same here, but I got here because of concern. Why did Hilary let you—?"

"Guys, stop." Hilary interrupted. The two boys looked at her in silence, wondering what she'll say next. "It worked, my plan worked."

"What did?" They inquired.

Hilary put her finger to her lips to shush them before continuing. She took the diary and showed them specific pages. "I've written in my diary everything I knew and did, including the ones where we tried to commit suicide, and the parts where we died on accident."

Hilary glanced up to see if Stanley and Jordan followed what she had been saying so far. When they nodded their heads with certainty, she continued.

"And that's when I found out we keep going back in time through an endless loop; this seems to occur when one of us or all of us end up dying."

"How the—? Say what?" Stanley's eyes widened in fear. "So, are you saying that someone is actively putting us in this never-ending spiral?"

"Precisely." Hilary nodded in agreement.

"But who could've done this?"

"Oh, no..." Jordan whispered. The others glanced at him. "I think I know who it is."

"You do, who?" Stanley and Hilary questioned.

"Melody," Jordan muttered, lowering his head. "I think she told me she'd end the torment if I got rid of Stanley and had you, Hilary, for myself. That was part of her plan."

Silence embodied the room for a while, as nobody knew what to say about the circumstances.

"But didn't you question any of her motives before?" Stanley asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't remember." Jordan panicked. "I don't even know why I have these weird feelings toward you two!" He cried. "I just want to see her happy for once!"

Stanley's phone rang, breaking everyone's concentration. Stanley took out his phone and checked to see who it was; the name said 'Nana.'

"Oh, I almost forgot. My Nana likes to call me on certain mornings," Stanley recalled. "But should I answer?"

"It's most likely a disguise," Jordan mentioned. "If that grave is real, then someone could pose as your nana in disguise." He looked down at the palm of his hands. Why didn't she call me, though?

"Maybe she wanted to manipulate Stanley?" Hilary guessed. "And have you two turned against each other?"

"What could she want or gain from all of this?" Stanley pondered.

"You know, your 'Nana' might get suspicious if you don't answer," Jordan told him.

Stanley gulped as he stared at the phone, which continued to ring. He slowly reached to flip it and place it beside his ear.

"H-Hello? Yeah, I'm— Huh? I'm, well, all by myself, of course, why do you ask? Did you hear something? That was my refrigerator. No, I wouldn't lie to you. So where are you? What? No, I'm just curious, that's all. What makes you think I—?" Dead silence rang around the area once again. "She hung up," Stanley concluded as he put away the phone.

"Oh no, this ‘Melody’ person could be onto us," Hilary recalled, scratching her cheek. She turned to Jordan. "Why don't you call her?"

Jordan shook his head. "I think we might have a similar problem."

Hilary pouted. "Drat, now we'll never know where—"

"Hold on; I think I know someone who can help us!" Jordan exclaimed.

He got up from his seat and motioned the other two to follow him outside. They needed to get there before Melody, no matter what.