She was startled and looked at me. She grabbed the railing suddenly and almost fell. The bridge was deserted and all that could be heard was the sound of the howling wind.

"Get away! " she said.

I began to walk closer. "I will jump!" she screamed.

I was now two metres away. A thousand scenarios ran through my mind, on how I was going to save her. I climbed over the railing. A gust of wind pushed me and I overbalanced. I just managed to grab the railing. "Don't!" she cried and began to sob.

She came towards me. The wind was howling now and the bridge rattled. In that moment I saw clarity. I felt at peace. I moved to her and held her hand on the railing. As the rain pounded down I saw the tears rolling down her face.

A minute later we were running to the car. We had just got into it when the clouds above burst. There was a pub about fifty metres around the corner and I made it just in time to park the car.

It was warm in the pub and I went to my usual spot. The owner had given us towels and two bowls of piping hot soup were before us. I looked at her and smiled. "Why are you smiling?" she blushed.

It was an ethereal moment. I looked at her crooked mouth and long nose. Her aquamarine eyes sparkled. The light caught her golden hair and she looked angelic- the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

"I'm Jack," I said.

"I'm Chloe," she said.

"What a Friday the thirteenth! " she exclaimed.

Indeed it was amazing. Chloe thanked me for saving her life and we married a year later.

"Where's the rest?" Penelope asked.

"I don't know how to end it," Alan said.

"Alan, You can't leave me hanging like that," she said.

That night I sent her an ending.

"So, where's the rest of the story?" Jasmine asked.

"Here on the phone," I said.

Jasmine read, her eyes engrossed in the story.

Three minutes later she sat and looked at me. "He actually went back a thousand and sixty times," she said.

"A thousand and sixty six times," he said.

"Wow, I wished I could find someone who would do that for me. Someone who would love me enough to come back for me a thousand times," she said.

"How is it that he could go back in time?" Jasmine asked.

"He was stuck in a time loop. Every time he wanted to he could go back to the beginning February 12 2067 and start all over," she said.

She thought for a while. "If they fell in love and matted why would he go back?" Jasmine asked.

"Why would anyone want to go back in time?" I asked.

"To change the future or experience something again," I said.

"Why would anyone want to live the same life over and over again?" she asked.

"Maybe he could not let go," I said.

"But it would be boring," she said.

She looked further down the email and began to read, "Alan stared at the bridge. A thousand and sixty times, he had returned to the beginning. Sometimes he stayed in the loop for a week, sometimes a year and once sixty years. All in all he spent a thousand and sixty six years with Penelope. In some loops she had loved him and in others she found someone else. In all those years he did not age a second but he remembered every second, every heartache. And now he was done. The loop would continue indefinitely until he broke the promise never to tell Penelope about how he could go back in time an infinite number of loops. All he had to do to start another loop was go to a dark room and say "Regressa a me."

Alan waited looking at his skin waiting for it to wither but it did not wither. He stared at the bridge and walked towards it. Penelope stood at the edge

"Where's the rest Jasmine asked.

Luke sighed softly.

That night Jasmine did not sleep. She had so many questions.

"I wish I could find someone who could love me enough to spend a million lifetimes with me," Jasmine said.

"Why is it called 1067?" she asked.

Luke knew that if he told her he would lose her forever. He looked at her and she instantly knew.