"I think we're stuck in a Loop," Kirk told me, setting down his Starbucks coffee and peanut butter bagel. Just like he always got. For the past three years. "I mean it, Sheri."

I was already laughing at him. Loops? Who comes up with those names? He'd been reading Miss Peregrim though, so maybe he got it there?

"Why a Loop?" I asked. I moved my backpack just in time to prevent Carol Peterson from spilling her lemonade on it. I handed her some napkins absentmindedly.

"Hey Maggie," I said, without looking up. Maggie Larson patted me on the back while she passed. The college cafe was bristling with people, just how I liked it. I had picked the laziest day. It made life so much easier, really, nothing like an eternity spent with friends.

"That is my point," Kirk said. "There is a Loop. And you! You're--You know about it."

I rolled my eyes. "Maggie is always here. She walks like a hippo with bells on."

Kirk slapped his hand on the table. "How did you know about the--"

"Kirk, you need to calm down. It's not good for your health," I said. "I am not sure what you mean by Loop. I have seen Loopers..."

"I mean, we are in the same day, over and over again."

"And how do you know this?"

"I have been... having a sense of deja--" Kirk gave me a small smile. "I have been having dreams about what is going to happen. Since I am not psychic."

"So now you're psychic?" I said. I sighed. Sometimes the people I spent the most time with did get it. I sighed, knowing I would have to let this day go and move on to the next before he figured it out.