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ceased to exist as that time period was about to be relived.  What was important was that he knew what the future had been for the next several days, the number of days depending on how far back he had projected.  If he did nothing, the future would play out as he recalled it.  He knew that for a fact.  He’d tried it.  On the other hand, he could also make changes.  That’s what made the ability interesting, exciting, and useful.  What had been, didn’t have to happen the same way this time around.
    Jake quickly sorted through his memories of what was going to happen over the next several days.  Memories and headaches were all that came with back-tracking.  He didn’t physically come back, nor could he bring anything from that day his memories told him he’d been part of just a short time ago.  It could have been a dream, but he’d proven conclusively otherwise.  It was one reason his bank account was so plush.  It was easy to invest wisely when one knew exactly where the market was going ahead of time. 
    This time the memories weren’t so pleasant.  He sorted through the body count from the news reports after the attack.  Thirty-three dead and one who would probably die.  The dead included twenty-four high school students, fifteen male and nine female.  One policeman was dead and another dying.  The rest were staff members from the school.  He didn’t count the killer himself.  In Jake’s mind he wasn’t worth a thought. 
    He would have to do something about this.  Of course, he had already decided that or he wouldn’t have back-tracked. Damn !  He had a lot to get done on the program he was writing, and he now knew the next two days had been very productive.  Now that effort wouldn’t happen.  Well, he’d just have to make it up after he corrected things.  At least having done the work once, he’d be able to recreate it much quicker the second time around.
    Jake stood and walked over to the large desk with the multiple monitors.  He touched the mouse bringing the system awake as he slipped into the comfortable chair.  Automatically he reached under the desk and opened the small refrigerator there, extracting a can of Mountain Dew.  The caffeine in the drink would help the throbbing in his head go away, something else he’d learned with time.  There would be no need to do a lot of planning.  He’d already done that four days from now as he’d watched the story unfold.  He knew what he wanted to do and the details of how to go about it.  He had an excellent memory, and had spent time developing it just because memories were the only thing he could bring back.  Even the weather reports were better from his memories.  The Internet would have predicts for the next few days whereas he’d looked before back-tracking and he knew what the weather would be in the places he intended to visit in the coming days. 
    What he wanted at the moment were a series of maps.  He already had worked out just what would be useful, and tapped his future memories to locate the specific locations on the Internet and printed them out.  He had maps of the Mark Watkins’ residence and the town in which he lived as well as of the High School and local police stations. The latter were important.  He didn’t want a run-in with the law.  That was one of his problems.  What he planned to do was highly illegal, and he would be hard pressed to explain how he knew what Watkins was planning on doing.  In and out was what was important. 
    It only took a few minutes to print what he needed.  Before shutting down the system he logged into his investment account and made a couple of trades based on movements he’d noticed while gathering details on the massacre.  He shorted AAPL which was about to tank and bought a number of shares of SLV which were due to climb an unexpected 19.2%.  He didn’t get greedy, and he never bought the largest movers for the period of interest.  He could have put far more