Twenty-Three Eleven

Twenty-three hours and eleven minutes. That's how much time Charlie has before he's gone again. He wasn't even twenty-four when it started, when his life stopped being in the normal order. He wasn't just missing days. He was skipping back and forth, like someone ripped up a calendar not knowing how they would piece it back together again.
Everyone looks back at who they were in the past as if they were a completely different person. Charlie is nothing like the man he used to be. He hated who he was and how he used to act. The problem is that his past self can hurt his future.
Everything is in flux. Every new decision, every new action and every choice can not only change the future, but the past and present as well.