Silvera crosses her legs as she sits on the park bench, She pulls her cardigan around her lithe body tighter as the wind swirls around her.  She hurriedly packs up her poetry notebook and pencils into her purse and stands up.  She moves towards a coffee shop and enters it, joining the growing line for the warm caffeinated drink.   When it was her turn she simply said softly [color=mediumorchid]"Hot chocolate, please, lots of sugar"[/color]She handed over a few bills and grabbed the cardboard cup, nursing it between her hands.  Suddenly she feels herself tripping, the hot chocolate scalding her form as she falls to the floor with a loud thud [i]Please not this again![/i] She thinks to herself. She concentrates hard on what had happened before the chocolate had spilled. Then with all her force and concentration she thinks only of one word: [i]Rewind[/i]

And suddenly there she is again.  Nursing her cardboard cup as she walks through the shop.  She narrowly avoids the part of the floor that she had slipped on and continues out the door.  Time magic had it's perks.