Mahony nursed his soda and thought back to his life, miraculously he found he could remember every bit of it. Memories he couldn't realistically had been able to remember because he was still an infant. There're even snippets of memories that he's sure weren't from this life time. He had so many questions but he had the feeling that answers were short and far in-between. Maybe it's this place, that there're no answers to be had. Maybe it's the questions, that in the grand scheme of things were trivial.

A steaming hot cup of milk chai was served, just because Mahony had felt like it. He didn't even recall ordering it. An epiphany! He realized that everything unraveled when he happened on the conference room that particular night at the office. Life up till then wasn't perfect but there's nothing that he'd would want a redo. There're mistakes made he wished he hadn't but he overcame them but death wasn't something he could overcome by coming up with a solution and work harder to fix—until now.

The coins could fix things. All Mahony needed to do was to go back to that afternoon and go home like everyone else at the end of the day, like a normal person. Problem solved, no more Lisa's madness to contend with. It's a sound plan, what could go wrong? If this worked and anything did go awry, he still got two more coins. Feeling assured he began seeking Mona out. He swept the diner and was startled to see the place was filled to the brim, every seat was taken, there're even people standing around chatting.

Mona walked behind the counter and stopped at where Mahony had been sitting since he came in, as if she knew he was looking for her. It's an act that shouldn't have surprised Mahony anymore but he still couldn't wrap his brain around how she did that. Regardless, he had more pressing questions he wanted answers to, more specifically, just one.

"What do you need, hon?" Mona asked.

"It's about the coins, how do I use them?" Mahony asked.

"From what I know of them, you make your wish and find someone that would take the coin off of you and it's done," Mona repeated again patiently. "Make sure you explain about how the coins work to the person that received it."

"That's a strange rule," Mahony said. "I'd thought that you make your wish and the coin disappears, that sort of thing."

"Hon, you watch too much TV," Moan snorted. "The person that made these coins gets to dictate the rules. The wishing part is easy it's getting someone to take them off your hands that's the difficult part."

"Are you saying that the person that passed these coins was trying to get their wishes granted?" An idea formed in Mahony's mind. "The guy that gave me these coins all at ones, does that mean wished for more than one thing at a time?" Thinking back, Mahony recalled that the guy that gave him the coins said he didn't make any wishes. However, he had no way of knowing if the person was telling the truth. He could just be trying to pass the coins off to have his wish granted for all Mahony knew.

"I don't know." Mona shrugged. "You could always try and see what happens."

"What if my assumption was wrong then I'd be out of coins, I'd be stuck," Mahony said, doubt putting a damper on his renewed hope.

"Remember what I've said before, there're no right and wrong, simply choices," Mona reiterated.

"Yeah, I just needed one wish anyway. I've got insurance, if I mess up, I got two more tries," Mahony said more as an assurance to himself.

"Before you make your wish, why don't you go explore Main Street a little, talk to people," Mona suggested.

"No offense, Mona. You've been a great hostess. With my wish, I should be able to fix things so that I wouldn't have to be here, at least, not for a while still." Mahony stood up, ready to exact his plan.

"If you say so, hon." Mona collected the chai cup from the counter and was off to take the order from another customer.

Mahony fished out one coin from his wallet and thought hard on his wish. He wished to be back on that day before he walked past that blasted conference room that night. Just to be sure the coin or the powers that be had heard his wish, he ran through his request a couple more time to be sure. He turned in a random direction in the diner and called out, "Hey!"

A man looked up and Mahony flipped the coin in the man's direction. Instinctively, the man reached up and caught the coin. The man looked quizzically at the coin in his hand while Mahony expected to be transported to his office but that didn't happen. Mahony stood where he was, still in the diner. Then he remembered that he needed to explain about the coin.

Mahony walked up to the man and started explaining to him that the coin he had received was a wishing coin but noticed man's attention was diverted by someone at his table. The moment the man's attention was off of Mahony and he found himself back at his desk at the office.

"Mahony," Brad called, standing next to Mahony's desk. "You there, buddy?"

Mahony forced his attention back to the person calling him. He blinked a couple of times, looking as if he's in a daze. "Brad?"

"Sleeping on the job, eh?" Brad jested. "It's the first time I've seen someone sleeping with their eyes open."

"No, sorry. I was just—" Mahony halted. What was he doing just now? He'd this funny feeling that he was somewhere else entirely but he couldn't recall where. "Right, the meeting. I'm coming."

Mahony picked up his notebook and pen and followed Brad to the conference room. Ten minutes into Brad's meeting, he zoned out. He couldn't help but trying to work out this feeling of déjà vu. The feeling bothered him so much so that he'd barely gotten any work done. As the day was drawing to a close, Mahony looked at the lack of progress with his work while thinking of the deadline. His sense of responsibility nagged at him. He felt he should stay, at least with less distractions he could at least get the analysis part of the report done. On the other hand, he was out of it for most of the day and wondered if he should take off, rest up and start fresh the next day.

The rocking motion of the train had Mahony in an almost trance like state. He felt relaxed, even though the train was packed. The experience was somewhat rare for him, heading home during rush hour. The sun had set, the window pane Mahony was leaning on reflecting the interior of the cart. He noticed that the people in the cart were all lost in their world, those that didn't have their eyes glued to their phones were either taking a snooze or staring vacantly, lost in their thoughts. There nearly were exclusively office worker of one kind or the other aside from a few students, there were always students about. Mahony could tell because they'd their standard look, one of which was the standard backpack, graphic tee and jeans, at least that's back in his days; what do students look like these days? Even the students were absorbed in their phones.

The train continued rocking as it rolled towards its next stop, Mahony's eyes drifted shut, he felt inexplicably tired. The nagging feeling of déjà vu drained him. He slept soundly, swaying to the motion of the train. It's a peaceful, dreamless sleep until the heavy weight shifted on the seat next to his jerked him awake.

"Sorry, buddy, didn't mean to wake ya." The heavy-set man heaved a breath as he tried to settle in his seat. "I tell ya, I hate dashing for the train." He loosened his tie and straightened the tail of his suit jacket that had scrunched on the synthetic felt covers of the chair when he slid into the seat.

Still groggy, Mahony murmured a vague assent, settled back in his seat before he thought to check the stops of the train. The notice panel on the train told him that he was supposed to get off two stops ago. Heaving a sigh of annoyance.

The man took it as a sign to start a conversation. "Missed your stop?"

"Yeah, supposed to get off two stops ago. If you hadn't sat down, I would've kept sleeping."

The man chuckled. "Did that once, ended up all the way at the end of the line," he shook his head in amusement, "the worst part of it was that was the last train of the day, had to spent the rest of the night at an all-night diner ... the food wasn't half bad and I'd appreciated the bottomless coffee ..." the man droned on.

Diner? Mahony couldn't help but felt as if an electric current had blasted through him when he heard that word. That sense of déjà vu settled over him again, making the hairs on his arm rise. He searched his mind but nothing, absolutely nothing came to mind. After a good night sleep, Mahony was back to his usual form. The disorientation from the déjà vu went away and settled into his usual routine.

Themundane routine continued for a near blissful month before Mahony nearly walkedin on Brad and Lisa. Six months out he was right back on that stool sipping hischerry-flavored soda in the old-fashioned diner of the in-between.