The morning starts like any other—sunlight spilling across your bed, your phone buzzing with a reminder you swear you’ve already seen before. At first, you dismiss it as déjà vu. But as the hours pass, the uneasy familiarity grows. The spilled coffee at breakfast. The overheard conversation downtown. The sudden storm that rolls in at exactly 3:17 PM.

You’re living the same day again.

The truth crashes down harder when you run into Alycia Debnam-Carey. She’s standing there, just as confused as you, clutching a coffee cup she claims she’s already spilled twice today. Her green eyes study you sharply before she blurts, “You remember it too, don’t you?”

And just like that, you’re not alone.

Together, you and Alycia experiment with the loops. At first, you waste time—trying reckless choices, laughing at the absurdity of knowing what’s coming, finding small freedoms in repeating hours. But soon, the fun fades into frustration. No matter what you change, the day always resets.

It’s Alycia who pieces it together. “This isn’t random,” she mutters one night, sitting beside you on the curb as the world sleeps around you. “We’re meant to find something. Or someone.”