“From the end,” Dom said. “The real end. Not the loop. The silence after. I pull the lever, we reset, and you all live again. Anom dies for one night, but he comes back. We all come back.”
Chantal looked at Danielle. Danielle looked at Dom. And for the first time in 1,474 loops, Dom’s hand let go of the lever. chantal danielle anom dom
Anom pointed toward the old clock tower. “Reset.” “From the end,” Dom said
Anom didn’t remember dying. He remembered the feeling of dying—the cold rush, the sound of a train whistle, a girl named Chantal screaming his name. But then he woke up. Or something like waking. “From the end