The machine in the basement is just a chair, a screen, and a thin needle of cold blue light. Mara built it from her dad's old notes after the funerals. Seven times this week she has watched her brother Eli die. Every loop ends the same way: the river behind the highway takes him before she can shout his name. Tonight the screen shows a glowing thread for each day. One thread is Saturday afternoon. She can cut it like a loose stitch. Her hand hovers over the light.

Mara cuts the thread. The needle hums and the basement flickers. When the light steadies, the calendar on the wall reads Sunday. Saturday afternoon is just gone, like it never happened. She runs upstairs shouting Eli's name. He answers from the kitchen, alive, eating cereal. It worked. But he frowns at her and says, 'Why are you crying? Who's Eli?'

Eli backs away from her, spooked. He grabs his keys and says he's going for a drive to clear his head. Mara's stomach drops. The drive. The highway. The river. She blocks the door with her body. 'Please,' she says. 'Just stay home today. One hour. Trust me.'

Eli shoves past her, annoyed, and gets in the car anyway. Mara jumps into the passenger seat at the last second. On the highway, near the river bend, a deer leaps onto the road. Eli swerves. Mara grabs the wheel and steers them away from the water, into a soft ditch instead. They're both shaken, but alive. The river didn't get him this time.