Steven's mind ached from the constant trying. Trying to go back and stop himself. He sighed, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes, tight. He visualised the time and place, like he had hundreds of times, and felt the gentle breeze that signalled his arrival. His opened eyes were greeted by a decrepit castle, surrounded by an open land of green. Steven knew every detail of this scene, the way the wind blew, how the stones surrounding the hollow windows of the castle were slowly eroding away, and every facial feature of the young woman approaching the castle. She was petite, and her brown eyes brought many people a feeling of warmth and protection, a feeling that was not very common. Her ebony hair was cut into a pixie style that framed her kind face. If there was ever a visual example of the term "do not judge a book by its cover" this woman would be it. She knew this, and used it to her advantage.
Steven ran towards her, attempting to scream out, "Emily! EMILY!" but he knew it was already too late. Another figure, a man, appeared and was closing on the woman. Steven had just made it onto the bridge leading towards the castle entrance, when the figure had pulled out his knife, and impaled her. Emily screamed, and the man turned to face Steven. Steven was not shocked, for he had lived through this murder too many times, but the immense feeling of hopelessness radiated through his body, and made it difficult to breathe. He looked into the murderers eyes and was met with his own. A few seconds later, and he was surrounded by many more Stevens, a few more and he was surrounded by hundreds of them. This is the closest he had gotten to preventing the murder he had committed.