Ever since the whole Max Rager showdown a thought had been stuck in Liv's head. Well, there were many thoughts stuck in her head. Some she tried not to think about, such as Drake and the gun in her hand. She was clutching at a small scarf that she had found in the apartment weeks ago.

"Liv?" A voice said. Liv registered it but didn't answer. Instead she kept rubbing parts of the scarf together.

"Liv? Can you hear me?" Peyton asked.

"Hm? Yeah, sorry. Did you say something?"

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to order out food…?"

"Sure. Chinese. You know what I like. Oh, and ask for extra super hot sauce."

"Okay….Are you alright?"

"Yeah…"

"You don't look alright."

"I feel…guilty…" Liv said and looked down at the scarf.

"Liv…Drake was already gone, you know that…"

"No, not about Drake. I mean, yes. I do feel guilty about Drake, even though I understand that the situation was already screwed. It's…I feel guilty about Rita…"

"Rita…? Who's that?" Confusion appears on Peyton's face.

"Oh, um, Gilda…" Liv says realizing that with all the things going around the group of them hadn't really properly talked about what the hell all happened. Like that Rita, a.k.a. Gilda, was who she was.

"Gilda? Wait, she's got another name?"

"Yeah…apparently her real name was Rita. Specifically, Rita Du Clark. Vaughn Du Clark's daughter sent here to spy on me, and apparently to snatch Major from me." Liv says the last part bitterly.

"I told you she was a bitch."

"Yes, yes you did." Liv smiles.

"So, why the guilt?" Peyton asks still not understanding the situation.

"She was down there…at the party."

"Well obviously, it was her dad's party…"

"No…I mean she was down there. In the labs. Peyton, she was a zombie. White hair and all…"

"Romero zombie or like you?" Peyton's eyebrows rise.

"Like me…"

"I still don't understand the guilt."

"I think that…I think that when she turned zombie, however that happened, she came here to ask for my help…I think her father was hunting her down. Her own father Pey."

"Well they were a slightly messed up family…But why do you think she came here?"

"Well she must've known I was a zombie. I found this scarf lying on the floor by the door. I didn't recognize it at first but after the whole incident I realized it was hers. I think she came here. The fridge was opened too."

"She came to steal your brain food."

"Yeah…but she also left a small piece of paper with the words 'Help Me' in the fridge."

"Oh…"

"She was asking for my help and…I didn't give it to her."

"You said it yourself, you didn't know it was her."

"I…I didn't want to know. I think some part of me already made the connection with the scarf, I just…I hated her. But she came to the only person whom she thought could help her…and I didn't."

"Liv. You can't beat yourself up about it. Look at the way she treated you for crying out loud."

"I know…I just…I don't even know if she made it out of Max Rager or not. I was so high on soldier brains that I didn't care. And then the brain started to wear off and everything came flooding in…Drake, her, everything."

"I know Liv. I know. But there isn't much we can do about that now. Either she got stuck down there and got…blown up by Fillmore Graves…or she survived. In either case, there isn't anything you can do now. Stop thinking about it. You will only drive yourself mad. And stop rubbing that damn scarf." Peyton says and snatches it out of Liv's hands placing it on her cupboard.