Legs sprawled, I sit comfortably in my wrinkled tennis skirt. The TV is tuned to VH1 music videos as it is most mornings after practice, accompanied by the standard breakfast chocolate milkshake.

     Coldplay.

A new band. They were British. I have not seen this video before. I lean in, milkshake covered spoon suspended above the cloudy glass, watching closely as their new single played out,

     The Scientist.

Chris Martin wakes up, British blue eyes flash. His lips move forward, mouthing the words to his song like any other music video would, but something is odd. He jumps up, or rather, un-falls down. You watch him get sucked slowly back in time as he methodically sings the haunting melody forwards.

     Tell me you love me

     Come back and haunt me

     I wan-to rush to the sta-a-art

    (at least thats what I thought the words were)  Milkshake forgotten, I lean into the TV, wondering where the hell he’s un-going, and where he started. Chris un-walks like a rusty robot through the streets.

He un-skips through a basketball court. Through a neighborhood. Through the woods. Un-circles a tree. Leaves un-fall back into the branches around him. He passes un-over an old broken fence.

Chris walks back past a girl sprawled face down in the weeds of a field, unmoving…He does not look at her.

He quickly un exits the nearby car, back to his place in the driver’s seat. The shards of broken glass dance back into place. The girl lifts off the ground among them and is tucked back into the car. The dents are popped back out of the metal as the car un-rolls down the hill and un-bursts through the fence at the top. They un-swerve off the road and the girl goes back to the moment in time before she unbuckled her seatbelt to get something trivial out of the backseat. The piano plays out the last few haunting notes of the song, and then it ends.

And I cannot help but feel, un warned.

Luciana, 23