[ WP ] You finally discovered how Déjà Vu works , how does it work and why ?

Ever since the man's birth, Raphael had watched. He had never been forced to use the hourglass. 
 
 The man reached down to tie his shoe. 
 
 Raphael peered into his patient's mind. The man's typical thoughts spun about in an incomprehensible maelstrom. The angel noted no particularly dangerous threads of thought, so he resumed his scan of the surroundings. 
 
 Crosswalk front. Twenty meters. Clear. 
 
 The enemy had not appeared for two weeks. The patient was still recovering from that three month bout of depression. 
 
 Alley right. Four meters. Clear. 
 
 Red car left. Forty meters. Clear. 
 
 Crosswalk front. Twelve meters. Not clear. 
 
 Raphael threw out his wings and leapt the distance. The words were on his lips before his feet touched down: `` Come to play, Azazel?'' 
 
 The demon only grinned. The web of scars on Azazel's face twitched and flickered as if they had a life of their own. 
 
 Raphael prepared to summon his blade. If Azazel touched his mind, the patient could relapse into an even deeper darkness. The demon only grinned; his scars continued to twitch. 
 
 Twenty-three years Raphael had watched the man, never removing his eyes. For two weeks he had been on high alert for Azazel's reappearance. Now his attention was solely on the demon, and it was by this focus he failed, for there was another danger to the patient which Raphael had not considered. 
 
 The man. The man who had been drowning inside his own thoughts for too long to recall. Azazel had knocked over the first domino when he touched the patient's mind those months ago. Now the final domino was about to fall. 
 
 There was the gray crosswalk. 
 
 There was the red car. 
 
 There was the green light. 
 
 There was the running man. 
 
 There was the red crosswalk. 
 
 Azazel left. He had n't touched the patient, but he left with a victorious snarl. 
 
 Raphael wept. Amidst the throng of gathering humans, the guardian wept. And then he remembered. He summoned the hourglass. On the bottom was inscribed `` XIV.'' 
 
 Raphael cried out, `` If this be so willed, then let this will be so. Please, I beg you.'' 
 
 He turned the hourglass. 
 
 The man reached down to tie his shoe. He furrowed his brow. `` I could've sworn I already... Ah, it's probably nothing.'' 
 
 On the bottom of the hourglass was inscribed `` XIII.''
