Scribbling down in my log book. Everything's blurring backwards in time. Reset twelve. Still no additions. Beginning to worry about what's happening. At this rate our world won't be around much longer before it's removed. The ink from the pen smudging on to my left hand as I write. Damnit, I hate it when that happens.

The backwards blurring slows to a stop. As I'm in my study as usual. Walking up to the white board on my left, snatching up a green eraser marker. Let's see. Mrs. Janson got her cat rescued from a tree... Check. Amethyst came to study math homework... Check. Continuing down I make sure everything's in order. Heading back to my desk, I plop down in my spinny chair. Writing an overview of this times files before the reset.

Looking up a little, a fold creased letter, framed in a plain golden frame. The letter reads the following:

Hello Damion, I apologize that this is how I must contact you. But do to the laws and secrecy that we are expected to follow, this is my only option.

This world of yours, it's a story. Like the very book's you pick up off the shelf of the library. And I am the writer, a species of being called creators. And you are a creation.

This world I have created for you serves a greater purpose than most. Somthing will happen called a reset. That is where the world gets to where it's written up to, so it returns back to the beginning. Making a loop.

Damion, you have a gift. Though others memories reset with the world, yours and the logs you record will stay the same.

Now, there will be a pattern of when the resets change. And there is no need to panick when that happens. In fact, that is to be expected. It simply means more has been added, the story gains more writing. But if the pattern were to change massively, somthing's probably wrong. And that. That, is the reason why this world is made. As a precaution.

In the case this were to happen. I have gifted you with a power. To awaken others. Make it so their memories don't reset. So that way you can have assistance. Good luck Damion.

-The creator

The worst had come. The pattern was certainly broken. But I'm the numbers and analysis guy, I'm not fit for going on rescue missions or adventures of any kind! I need help. I need help. I need help. But who? Walking around in circles, I pick up one of my log books. One of every person in this world, which isn't insanely long because it's just the size of a town. Scanning through names and characteristics. I stumble on a familiar one. Amethyst, she's sportsy, adventurous, brave. And gets herself into bad situations all the time. She'd be perfect to help!

Grabbing my book bag, I shove my reset log and gel peen into it, dashing out the door. Today she should still be home, considering she's arriving late to school today. Arriving at her door, I regain my breath then knock.

-Knock knock knock-