"It's been one hella weird week."
"Yeah. You can say that again."
They were sat on the field by Blackwell Academy. Like when Kate Marsh had attempted suicide. But that hadn't happened in this reality. Max had no recollection of what had transpired since Chloe had died. Had sacrificed herself for the Bay she once wanted to drop a bomb on.
She had been given a week to spend with her best friend, her soul mate. Whether by divine intervention, a magic ritual, or a weird scientific anomaly, it didn't matter. Max had been able to bend reality to spend time with someone she loved.
"Still can't believe what Jefferson did. How could that sick fuck do that to Kate, and all the other girls."
Max glanced at Warren. It seemed like she spent an eternity in the Dark Room as one of his "subjects". She couldn't believe she once looked up to him, even though she had only found out the truth about him a day earlier, every fibre in her body detested the man. "At least the bastard's going to pay."
Warren nodded. It was his fault after all. If Jefferson hadn't been around to manipulate Nathan, then he would have never hurt Rachel… or Chloe. Even as a pacifist, Max wanted to hurt him.
Poor Chloe… Max couldn't believe she was gone. For real this time. No going back to save her. She had awoken on the day of her funeral. The sight of Joyce trembling, the coffin that held her dear friend… Max could feel tears begin to cloud her eyes just thinking about it all. But she knew Chloe was still with her. Like how Rachel had to have been their guide before.
"Max, I-" Warren began, taking her away from her thoughts, "if you ever want to talk. I'll be here to listen."
"I know." Max smiled. Warren had been there for her, in all the different realities. He had even immediately believed her when she told him about her powers. Of course, it might take a bit more convincing in this reality, since all that other weird shit hadn't happened. "I will. When I get my head around everything that's happened."
"I hear that." Max slowly leaned closer towards him, enjoying the warmth in the chilly evening air, and the sight of the setting sun.