The rain starts at 11:04, exactly like always. Detective Mara Cole stands under the same broken awning across from the laundromat, pink neon flickering on the wet street. She has lived this hour forty times now. In sixty minutes, a man named Elias Voss dies in the apartment above. She has never saved him. Tonight she swears she will. The clock ticks. She steps off the curb.

Mara is tired of running blind. She walks into the laundromat itself, where the old owner, Dushku, folds towels at midnight every loop. He always nods at her like he knows something. This time she sits down across from him and asks the question she's been afraid to ask.

Dushku stops folding. 'You finally sat down,' he says. 'Forty times you ran past me.' He tells her the loop isn't time bending on its own. Someone built it, a machine in the basement, to keep replaying the night Elias was supposed to die until it 'comes out right.' He slides her a rusty key.