The Richmond House

As the rays of the morning sun filtered through the window, Elara found herself back at the start. The sign at the town’s entrance now welcomed her to Richmond. This time, she hit the ground running.

First on her agenda was the conveyancing firm based in Richmond that had agreed to help her the day before. She arrived at the conveyancer’s door before they even opened. Elara paced outside, rehearsing her pitch. She was on a first-name basis with the cycle now; she refused to let it thwart her.

As soon as the conveyancer, Mr Anders, arrived, she deluged him with information and requests. She called the bank from his office and worked on getting her payment approved ahead of time. She was streamlining the process, squeezing every second for what it was worth.

The day wore on, and she was checking off her to-do list at a frenetic pace. The one thing left was to convince the property owner to sell to her. She found him in a quaint café, sipping tea as if he had all the time in the world.

“Excuse me, sir. My name is Elara, and I would like to buy your property,” she blurted out, without any preamble.

He looked taken aback, but Elara didn’t have time for pleasantries. She explained the urgency, the beauty she saw in the house, and how it felt like it was calling to her. She didn’t mention the time loop; she was sure that would sound insane.

Remarkably, he agreed. “I’ve been waiting for the right person to take that house,” he said with a knowing smile.

Elara dashed back to the conveyancer’s office with the owner. The conveyancing and settlement documents were being finalised. She was on the verge of success, but as she reached for the pen to sign, everything around her began to blur.

“No! Not now!” she cried out, but it was too late. The cycle reset.

But now, she knew she could do it. She just needed one more day.