Because I wished for it, because I desperately didn’t want that gray cat to be dead, I temporarily “undid” the event of the cat being run over. But when that cat scratched me and made me sick, I wished for it to be dead instead. So the first wish lost effect, and the accident went back to “happening,” so I was never scratched. This interpretation the girl made was exceedingly correct. To test her theory, she returned to where she found the cat’s corpse the next day. As predicted, the bloodstains were back; so the accident had happened. It was only temporarily made to not. Thereafter, whenever bad things happened, the girl would make them not happen, one by one. Her life was absolutely full of things she wanted not to have happened. That’s why she figured she was given this ability. All of this was something she told me some time afterward. ---------- While we waited at a red light, the girl spoke, gazing out the passenger-side window. “You know, it smells weird in here.” “Smells?” “I didn’t notice before because of the rain... But have you been drinking?” “Oh. Yeah,” I carelessly answered. “Drunk driving?”, she asked incredulously and defeatedly. “So, what? You know how many people die from it and you just think you’ll be fine?” I had no reply. I certainly must have known the risks of drunk driving, but the dim idea I had of those risks was getting pulled over for it, or crashing into something and hurting myself. When it came to things that resulted in people dying, I thought of bank robberies or bus hijackings, things that I felt had nothing to do with me. “Turn left here,” the girl instructed.