It took him... probably 51 days before he truly understand what's going on. And once again, he's back at the second day of November. He wakes up to the sound of the news report playing on the television, the newscaster detailing a news about a terrorist attack that he heard oh so many times before to the point he stopped caring. It's another day. And today, he needs answers, really. He goes back to that same train station where he saw you, a mysterious girl with an almost familiar face. It's still 8:27 am, if his memory serves him right, you always approach him at 8:30 am. Him, a man that's supposed to die today, yet refuses to do so as the universe continues to repeat the same day, as he's not supposed to live the third day of December. The clock reached 8:30, and you, the only other person aware of the loops, approached him again.