I was cumpletely shocked and didn’t know what just happened. Am I immortal? Can I go back in time? All these questions, and no answers. I decided to march into the pizza store and I started blasting. Bodies dropped and blood spilled as I made my way into the backroom. I found my old partner and put one between his eyes. And then I was back, to where I started… again.
Everything felt like it was slipping away. Why was this happening? Was this some bad dream I couldn't wake up from? I decided the best course of action was to leave my car and try and change things, little by little. I slammed the car door behind me. The crisp autumn wind hit me from behind, and sent a cold chill down my spine. I entered the pizzeria once again, the musty odor as strong as ever. I looked around suspiciously, wary of my surroundings.
Instead of going in guns blazing I decided to go through the back door, and I overhead the two people (the people being the chef and my old partner). They were talking about me coming into the restaurant and to be prepared. But what was important was that I heard who sold me out. My old boss! The son of a bitch probably hated me ever since I failed that case back in 88. I now know what is coming and what I need to do to stop it. I walked back to the main entrance of the pizza place and told the chef I was a detective, and that he needed to take me to the backroom, while he was leading me there and his back was turned I struck him in the back of the head. After that I dragged him into a room and searched for my old partner. I found him and held him at gunpoint, admittedly I didn’t really know what to ask him so I asked why he would do this. He told me exactly what he said the first time he attacked me. So I shot him, after I did I drove away, I didn’t go back in time, and I never went back to the pizza place, until one day.
