The young woman woke up. Looked at the clock. Groaned. She pulled the duvet over her head and settled down for another sleep, but it was not to be. Minutes later, the phone shrilled.

Deciding to give up once and for all on the idea of a good night's sleep, she picked it up. "Hello?" Her voice was resigned.

"Is that Elyra?" She did not recognize the voice but they knew her name. Elyra swung her legs over the edge of the bed and began to get dressed, holding the phone in place with her shoulder and cheek.

"Uh-huh." Her jeans weren't in the drawer. Where were they? Not in the wash; she hadn't worn them for a while. Perhaps hanging over the banisters. Transferring the phone into her other hand, Elyra went out into the corridor to find her trousers.

"We have bad news."

They would. It was four in the morning--why else would they have rung? "What is it?" She braced herself for the worst.

"You've been found dead."

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Murder is hard to solve at the best of times. When time travel is involved, it just gets that little bit more complicated...

Spook and I are both too busy to work on this regularly now - we started this about a year and a half ago. If you'd like to join in please do, although make sure you proof-read your work before posting and try to keep to the style of the piece so far!

updated Aug 4 '11 by delorfinde