Even though Gabriel was determined to do something to fix his mistakes, he finds himself without an idea of a starting point. He sits in the cafeteria, repeatedly flipping through the notebook, his lunch growing cold.

Over the weekends, he had observed three rules the notebook followed. 1. All the writing was about Jonan. 2. They could tell the future. 3. The writers are real people.

He had been able to identify the writers. The original passage was likely from Jonan's father, followed by his mother's entry. The childish writing must have been from his little sister and the messy one from one of Jonan's friends. The question now was who. And after that, then what?

What if I can't do it? What if I can't change the future?

Lost, Gabriel flips to the first page once more and rereads the first entry.

He lost his right leg...

Right leg? Gabriel thinks. Right leg! The entry had changed, he knew. He had read the first article so many times that he could recite it from memory, like a pious disciple. And if the future had changed once, it means he can change it once more.

So what? A voice whispers back at him. You aren't any closer to changing anything.

He shakes his head, denying the habitual pessimistic thoughts that cloud his mind. One step at a time, he tells himself. He reads through the passages again.

Something is better than nothing at all, and Gabriel might be able to do something. He knows he can't intervene with Jonan's family, but perhaps he can talk to Jonan's friends, even though the idea makes sweat break from his skin. If only he knew who it was, he thinks he could help...

In the noisy cafeteria, Gabriel sits in the only area of peace, at the edge of the table for his grade and the most convenient space to observe, but he isn't sure who he is looking for. He can't recall their faces. However, he does recognize Oliver, who had helped him in the hospital. Gabriel sees him with his other friends, three tables away...

Perhaps.

Gabriel zips his lunch bag—he no longer has time to eat his sandwich. He grabs his books for the next period and enters the classroom 15 minutes early; he does not want people to attract attention coming into a class.

The students are already settled when the teacher returns, carrying a stack of quiz papers from the day before. She has to set the projector up but was already minutes late.

"Can someone help pass back the quiz papers?" she asks.

Hearing this, Gabriel nearly springs from his seat. If he could get hold of the quiz papers, he might be able to find matching handwriting.

But if Gabriel was going to offer to pass back the papers, it means people will notice him and judge him. He hesitates; he doesn't have much time. He pulls at his sleeves in a panic as the teacher asks again. Everyone can offer help without a second thought, so why couldn't he do the same?

The promise he made to himself and Jonan echoes in his mind. He had promised he wouldn't make the same mistake.

Slowly, he raises his hand, his heartbeat pulsing at his fingertips. "M.s..."

"Seriously, can someone help me pass out the papers?" The teacher sets the papers on the desk.  "Fine. Marabel, could you—"

"May I pass out the papers Ms. Amberly?" Gabriel shouts before he thinks twice.

Ms. Amberly blinks—she didn't expect Gabriel of all people to offer, but says, "Of course Gabriel! Thank you."

Gabriel rises from his seat and trudges down the aisle from the back of the classroom. He takes the papers and passes them out with shaking hands. He skims through each quiz, trying to match the handwriting as quick as possible, for he is confident the other student will think he's looking at their scores.

His anxiety increases as he finds nothing among the papers, and the pile rapidly thins. He begins to doubt himself. Did he miss a page? Or was he mistaken, and the entry wasn't from Jonan's friends?

Gabriel hands out the last quiz to Marabel, the girl who was supposed to be passing out the papers, who mutters thank you but doesn't reach his ears. He returns to Ms. Amberly's desk and tells her that he's done.

She glances up from her textbook. "Did everyone get their quiz back?"

"Ms. Amberly, I didn't get mine." In the third row, Oliver raises his hand.

"Really? I thought I handed Gabriel all the papers," she says as she rummages through the messy files on her desk.

Gabriel notices a graded paper peek from under Ms. Amberly’s laptop. He slides it out, and his eyes widen.

"Gabriel, isn't that Oliver's test paper?" Ms. Amberly bends the sheet in his hands to display the title.

"Y-yeah, it is. H-here," he stutters as he hands the page to Oliver before rushing back to his seat.

When the teacher begins her lecture, Gabriel cannot suppress the smile that spreads on his lips, which soon blooms into a grin.

Gabriel had found a match.