Prologue: If only... If only... If only he had decided not to meddle in with his friends... If only he had never met them... If only, if only. At first, it had been fun. He was changing time, doing what no one had thought possible. But then everyone was dying... Misty, Brock, Gary... All dying before his eyes. It wasn't a game anymore. It was reality, it was horror, it was real. If he had the chance, he wouldn't try to remember, but keep them blocked out, because not knowing was certainly better than remembering and definetely better than going back and witnessing it happen all over again. It wasn't at all fun anymore. It wasn't a game. He was playing the game of life, only it wasn't that anymore. It was the game of death, and they were all just players in it. If only he could save her...