"But it's a re-run!"

Abdullah's face darkened in fury as the blood rushed to it. He was just her height and had thin black hair and a perpetually greasy sheen to his tanned face. His button down shirt was rolled up to his elbows and his collar was opened exposing a puff of black chest hair. He pointed an angry finger at her and for a moment Hayden thought he intended to hit her.

"Re-run?" she asked weakly. What in the hell was a re-run? "I-I'm sorry. I didn't ...