“What are you talking about, Derrick?”
“Victoria, something’s not right,” he said, pacing near her side
of the bed.
“Tell me, Derrick, what’s going on?
“I don’t know. At first, I thought it was a dream but now I
don’t—I don’t know what it is. All I know is I keep repeating this day and it
usually ends with your death.”
Looking at him incredulously, she waited for him to get to
the punchline. But he just shrugged and moved closer to where she sat on the
bed. “You don’t believe me?”
“That we’re in some weird version of Groundhog Day? Nope.
Sorry.”
“Ok. In a moment, Mike’s gonna yell to me about the bacon
burning.”
“Mike’s here?”
“Yes, he came to talk to you about a case: Bigfoot.”
