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Glitter. According to our friend the Internet,

glitter was invented in 1934.

So our sparkly run-in with your murderer--

Happened way after 1910.

I have to solve my murder.

I don't want to miss our Grad tomorrow or…

miss out on the rest of my life.

Macy, we destroyed the blouse and the murder weapon.

Eliminating the clues is working.

We're getting closer to solving this.

My audition's soon. Look, I know you're the Chloe to my Halle,

but if you're not up for this--

You're the Christina to my Meredith.

We're doing this. And, we can pull a double duty.

Let's see what the theatre kids know about glitter.

Well, it's not just an accessory with them,

it's a lifestyle. So maybe just stay clear of it for now.

Yeah, copy that.

Where's Zane?

In the library with Miles,

no doubt filling up his brilliant brain.

Was it really that dismal?

Yes! I finally had my date with Sunny

and it was a total disaster.

Well, have you thought about a reprise date?

You mean a do-over date?

Yes. There's a whole time machine

that can easily fix this.

What?

No. That's reckless.

Messing with the time-space continuum?

Einstein and Minkowski would roll in their graves.

Zane, be a little spontaneous.

Do you know how many people would kill for a do-over?

I mean, think about it.

If one were to go back in time and change something this tiny,

how would they do it without ruffling the feathers

of time and space?

Well, one would have to be simple and quick.

No moving locations, no major changes.

Watch out for Charlie, my ultimate nemesis.

She's probably lurking around, ready to pounce with an annoying

know-it-all attitude. Hey, Charlie!

Billie, perfect timing! And you must be Macy!

It's so nice to finally meet you.

You and Billie are going to carry this audition.

Wow, uh, thank you?

Sidebar? Love the shoes, so fab!

Thanks! So we're researching a project on glitter.

I love glitter!

Last summer, I worked with the best makeup artist on my brief,

yet critically acclaimed, run on Broadway.

This is definitely craft glitter, though.

Not makeup glitter.

What's the difference?

Craft glitter is larger, more coarse.

Think sand versus sea salt.

Charlie, you're up next.

Best of luck with the audition! It's gonna be amazing!

Bye.

She's the worst, right?

I can't believe I'm actually doing this.

You got this, buddy. Good luck!

Let me guess, the last concert you went to was… Taylor Swift?

Yes! How did you know I was a Swiftie?

That tour was literally everything.

The Eros tour, right?

Uh, Eras, not Eros, that's Greek mythology.

Oh.

Wait…

Have you even listened to all her albums?

I've heard she's good.

Good? Note to self, text Zane the Taylor albums

in my preferred order.

Homework before our second date.

Second date? Oh, so uh, um.

What do you think about Scheele's method

of arsenic discovery in corpses?

I'm not studying forensics.

Of course not. I know that. I knew that.

Oh, I'm so, so sorry. - It's okay, I--

Oh no!

My pants are kind of soaked. I should go.

♪ In the shadows where the sunlight fades ♪

♪ We find a place where no one else invades ♪

♪ With whispered soft and hearts that beat in time ♪

♪ We paint our world our own secret ♪

Oh my!

Is everybody okay? Calm down, people.

Hey, Billie. Keep going.

♪ And we'll fly across the sky ♪

♪ And we'll never say goodbye ♪

If everyone's okay, I think we can call it a day.

Zane, I'm truly sorry. I thought it would go well.

Who is that? - It can't be!

I used the time machine, it must've caused a time hiccup!

We gotta warn Macy!

Did you guys feel that earthquake?

Okay, full disclosure. I used the time machine to redo

my date with Sunny and caused a time hiccup,

causing space and time to fold in interdimensional--

In TLDR!

I accidentally released a 1910s killer from the past.

- How? - What?

Split up! Now!

Oh no, no, no! No, no!

Macy…

Are you okay?

I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know how to save my friends, I, I don't know

how to save myself.

It's okay.

Breathe with me.

What should we do?

Think.

We need Billie and Zane.

I have a plan.

He's going to find us.

Good.

Good? I don't wanna die without having

a successful first date.

And I don't wanna die before accepting my first Tony award.

You won't. Now hide!

Looking for me?

Your plan worked!

We can always count on our girl Macy to think on her feet.

Thankfully, I had some help.

You'll be the first person I thank in my Tony speech.

Another clue bites the dust.

Glitter's gone, that's three clues down.

Sidenote, I'm not built for horror.

I'm sticking to musicals.

Thankfully, I get to redo my audition.

I shouldn't have used the time machine for my redo date.

I let my feelings overshadow my judgment.

Okay. From now on,

the time machine is only used for the case. Agreed?

We still have to figure out when, where and who killed me.

But this is working. Elements of your death are changing.

Yeah, but…

who knows how much time I have left?