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Clinton Downtown. 10:15. December.

Sunlight reached Walker's eyes as he blinked them open and shut. Where... Where am I? he thought to himself, feeling around. It took his a few moments to grasp that he was at a crime scene.

"Excuse me office- Oh. Okay, more important thing to attend to. Right. Like solving who murdered thi--" Walker froze as he turned to the body, which was where he was previously laying. It was a strange image to think of. Looking at yourself. Dead. Surrounded by that yellow crime scene tape. In snow and blood. He turned to his left as a few men started to cover the body and carry Walker into the back of a van.

"Uh..." He frowned. And gave the death no though, "I feel... As fit as a fiddle though. Well, maybe a violin that's a bit on the flat side, but fit as a fiddle no less." He shrugged and looked at his watch, which was frozen to five minutes after the second bell of third period.

"Oh! School. Someone could tell me what's going on there." He nodded, satisfied with his decision as he ignored the snow that he should have been slipping on.

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South Whidbey High School. 10:45. December.

"Uh... Class... Which class am I in...?" Walker rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he stood in the middle of the hallway. "Excuse me, what's the date?" He turned to a teacher, who walked right past him. He stomped his feet and groaned, "I know I'm not exactly the most popular guy, but--... Ooooohh..." A quick montage-like flashback showed him what had happened in the last few hours he was alive. He only needed one word to express his hatred that had started to build up inside him.

"Mona."