Ron woke up in the same room, with the same sound of rain pitter-pattering against the window, and the same throbbing ache on his head. As he scanned the room, the scene around him seemed to be a decade old. Memories from that time surfaced then faded away, merging into bits of other memories like trickles of rain converging on the window pane. Ron had been stuck in a time loop and he wasn''''t even sure if this was just a dream. Would he eventually wake up? Or was he a dead man crossing the borders to heaven?