You had amazing luck, really, you did. You never tripped over loose floorboards or slight pits in the grass. Your things rarely ever went missing, your room always seemed to be clean. It was the little things. Sure, you weren't winning the lottery but then again you lived in a loop, so who was? You were happy, of course you were, grateful too, but you never thought about why things would go so well for you until you were out in the garden helping Emma and saw something from a window up at the top of the house, Enochs room. You had to look twice at the apparition-like figure in the window. Was that Enoch? It couldn't have been, he'd only spoken to you maybe twenty times through all the years you were in the loop. To your slight dismay, he shrouded away from the window, leaving you and Emma without an audience. Turning back to Emma, you see something skitter away presumably to whence it came, something metallic and little.