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 runs straight for the building and pounds up the stairs. She kicks Elias's door and bursts in. He's alive, mug of coffee in hand, staring at her like she's lost her mind. 'You're going to die in an hour,' she says, badge out. 'Help me stop it.'

Elias sets down the coffee, suddenly pale. 'You said an hour. How do you know that?' Mara explains the loop, the rain, the forty deaths. He doesn't laugh. He walks to a drawer and pulls out a notebook full of dates. 'I've been getting the warnings too,' he whispers. 'In my dreams.'

They compare notes side by side. Same dates, same warnings. Elias points to one line: the loop always resets the instant he dies. 'What if I don't die?' he says. 'What if we just survive the hour together?' Mara nods. They bolt the door and wait, watching the clock crawl toward midnight.