"Who are you?" Jonathan demanded, his voice trembling violently. "What is happening to me? The meeting, the hospital, the grave... I've lived this before. I've died before!"
Slowly, she turned around. She didn't look surprised or worried. Instead, a chilling, malicious expression spread across her face.
"Oh, Jonathan," she murmured, her voice dripping with venomous amusement. "You almost made it further this time. But your mind just can't hold the weight of it, can it?"Before he could take a step backward, a sudden, blinding agony flared in his lower abdomen. He looked down in horror as the sharp pain returned, matching the exact sensation from the street and the doctor's table.
The timeline was collapsing under the pressure, resetting itself once more. Jonathan fell to his knees as the darkness began to swallow his vision one final time. As his ears rang and his senses began to slip away, the last thing that echoed in his mind was the sound of his wife's sharp, piercing, and utterly dark laughter ringing through the empty house.