So I finished playing Dark Room yesterday and it was amazing!

With Life is Strange I always get theories about what is happening and this episode was no exception. This chapter is a theory I have.

Now I know I'm not the only one who thinks up theories, not by a long shot. I'm really interested in everyone's theories even if they don't quite match up with my own. That is why I am accepting requests from people as well as adding some more of my own.

In this theory, Nathan is the unwilling helper of Mr. Jefferson to kidnap those girls. It shows what happens to Nathan after the dorm scene in the fourth episode.

I don't own Life is Strange (but you probably knew that).

Nathan Prescott was driving randomly around the city, trying to get his mind off of everything. His side still hurt from where Warren kicked him, always taking his mind back to his most recent problem.

One of his two phones was stolen by Max and Chloe.

He didn't use that phone much, mostly when he needed drugs from Frank, but there was a chance they could figure out his passcode and see all of his messages. Luckily for him, Mr. Jefferson never called or texted him on that phone, keeping their secret safe.

In actuality, Nathan wanted nothing to do with Mr. Jefferson's business. He only helped get those girls for him because his teacher blackmailed him. His family had total control over Arcadia Bay, but this is the famous Mark Jefferson. He had friends around the world. Including the area which his sister Kristine was presiding in. One call to some buddies and Nathan could forget about ever seeing his sister again. Besides, if there's one thing his father taught him, it's that the Prescott image can't be hurt. Something that a famous photographer could do.

He found himself driving on the beach with no one there but dead whales. He didn't want to look at them, but he couldn't take his eyes off them. The whales caught his attention so much that he had to park or risk crashing.

Whale songs were the only thing that could get him to sleep at night. The only thing that could calm him enough to so much as close his eyes. These whales were never going to sing again. Seeing them made him feel like the world killed them as a giant middle finger to himself. The only creatures that could relax him are gone, leaving Nathan to go the rest of his life without any comfort.

Nathan's whole week had been a complete nightmare. He pulled a gun on a girl, pulled a gun on three people (including that same girl), gotten into a fight twice (with a geek nevertheless), got suspended, his phone was stolen, his deeds for Mr. Jefferson had nearly cost Kate her life as it had for Rachel, and to top it all off the world seemed to be ending.

Nathan's definitely had better days.

A tap on his window interrupted his thoughts and he turned to see who wanted his attention. He was surprised to see Mr. Madsen standing at his window. He was wearing his regular clothing instead of his uniform.

Rolling the window down, Nathan asked, "What do you want?"

"Just your help."

Nathan snorted, "A bit more details."

"I know you've been working with Mr. Jefferson to drug those people." Nathan's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. His mouth seemed to suddenly go dry and he could feel beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He locked his eyes onto the steering wheel, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No need to play dumb with me Mr. Prescott."

"So you reveal you know of my evil plans to me and expect me to let you go to the cops? I didn't think you were that much of an idiot."

Mr. Madsen shook his head, "I'm not going to the cops. Not yet anyway." Nathan raised an eyebrow at this statement. "May I hop in?"

Nathan was about to just floor the gas pedal, but instead he signaled with his head for the man to get in the passengers seat, seemingly against his will. The man nodded in thanks before walking around the vehicle and getting into the passenger's seat. Nathan began driving before Mr. Madsen even reached for his seatbelt.

"So tell me Mr. Prescott, where is it that I want to search for evidence?"

"You think I'm just going to tell you? A man pathetic enough to be kicked out of his own house?" At Mr. Madsen's questioning gaze, he continued, "Your stepdaughter was at Blackwell earlier. She told a friend of hers by the dorms and the rumor spread from there."

He sighed, "I won't deny it. I was kicked out of my house, but that is not important right now. What is important is that we stop Mr. Jefferson from hurting anyone else."

"What makes you think I want to stop Mr. Jefferson? You told me I work with him."

"I think you do. You tried to protect Rachel Amber didn't you? When you told Principal Wells that she brought drugs on campus."

"I was trying to get her expelled..."

"...so she wouldn't have been able to go to the Vortex Club party and get drugged. That's why I backed you up." Nathan opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. This guy's detective work put Sherlock Holmes' skills to shame. There was no hiding anything from this guy.

Nathan sighed, "I would've gotten in big trouble if I didn't dose her drink, but if she couldn't go to the party in the first place I would have nothing to worry about. Look, I'd love to help you, but I can't. Mr. Jefferson's a really famous photographer incase you didn't know. He's got a lot of power. Unlike my family, he doesn't make sure the world knows it. He tries to look humble to get rid of suspicion."

"So you're afraid he's going to what, take your money?"

He chuckled, "That's nearly impossible. I'm talking about our reputation."

"You mean the reputation that your family is like a tyrant over Arcadia Bay and uses their money to escape justice?"

"I mean our reputation as the most powerful people in the area. Believe me, Jefferson could fu- I mean, mess that up easily."

Mr. Madsen exclaimed, "That's what's stopping you?! Wanting to make sure Arcadia Bay knows who's boss?!"

"Well... it's not the only thing," he hesitated, "I think I've said enough. If I say anything else I could be in a world of trouble."

"I still need to know where you take those victims."

"Not gonna happen Madsen. You don't want to get too deep into this."

He admitted, "I probably don't, but somebody has to. How many more people are going to have to suffer before this ends?"

Nathan sat silently for a minute, pondering this. This whole situation has affected him so much. His emotional outbursts are increasing, his paranoia is getting stronger, and he still felt disgusting for posing in some of those photos with the girls, particularly next to the dead Rachel Amber. But his family's safety is at stake if he says anything. His parents had their big house and even a flawless security system, but his sister is halfway around the world in a jungle where Jefferson had once visited.

He made friends there. Friends who at his command and without question would hurt his sister or even- Nathan didn't let himself finish the thought. He couldn't let anything happen to Kristine. She was way too nice to deserve anything bad happening to her and he owed her for all of those times she saved him from their father. He had always been so uptight with Nathan and always seemed to be yelling at him. There were times Nathan was afraid he would be hit, but his sister had always been their to save him.

Nathan repeated, "But I can't."

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?"

There was a long silence that lasted for several minutes as Nathan thought about the question. Was there anything that Mr. Madsen could do to help? Nathan's answer during 95% of his thinking was 'No,' but he got an idea before he was able to say it.

"I'll take you to the barn on one condition," he answered.

"Name it."

Nathan took one of his hands off of the steering wheel and held it out to the man, "I need to make a call on your phone."

He blinked several times, "I'm sorry wh-"

"I would've used my own phone a long time ago, but I'm pretty sure Mr. Jefferson is tracking it. I need to use yours, now." Without a word Madsen handed over his cellphone and Nathan began calling a number. It began to ring as Nathan muttered, "Oh please pick up."

It was ringing for such a long time that Nathan was sure it would go to voicemail, but then, "Hello?"

Nathan felt like he could jump for joy, "Kristine it's me!"

"Nathan?! Hey what's up?!" She also sounded happy to hear him.

"I'd say nothing much, but that's not the case."

She groaned, "What did Dad do this time?"

"It's not that. Listen, you need to pack all of your things and take the first plane back home. How long will it take you to pack and go to the airport?"

He heard the confusion in her voice, "I don't know. Perhaps I could be at the airport in an hour if I hurry. What's going on?"

"I got myself into some serious bullcrap and I'm about to rebel. The guy I'm rebelling against is Mark Jefferson. He has friends in your area and has blackmailed me into using them against you. Your life could be in very real danger and you need to get out of there."

"You're... you're joking right? You're going to tell me next that you're some secret agent who got himself stuck in a battle with a super villain and then reveal the joke. You need to work on your joking voice Nathan. You sound too serious."

Nathan glanced over his shoulder, as if afraid Mr. Jefferson might be watching him right now, "I am serious Kris. Dead serious! I'm more like the super villain's unwilling sidekick. Pack, get to the airport, and go straight home. Don't tell anyone there that you're leaving."

He barely heard her whisper, "You are serious."

Nathan nodded his head quickly, "Yes. You need to do all of those things! Call home and tell them you're on the way and need them to up their own security. Do you understand?!"

Normally, Christine would complain about how Nathan was treating her like a baby, but instead she answered, "I understand."

He heard her open a suitcase, "Good. Call this number when you get home. Both of my phones are more than likely being tracked."

"I will. Just... be careful. Whatever gang or person you're working with seems like big trouble Nate."

"I can't make any promises." He chuckled and tried to lighten the mood, "And you know I don't like being called Nate." He was confident that he made her smile.

"I'll see you soon... Nate."

The line went dead and Nathan handed the phone back before driving in the direction of the barn.

After removing the padlock from the barn and opening the doors Nathan got back into his car and drove inside. Mr. Madsen stepped out of the vehicle, already keenly observing his surroundings. Nathan grabbed his jacket from the car, knowing it could get cold where they were going.

Nathan walked over to a small pile of hay, "Here." Both of them removed the hay to reveal a door. It was so heavy that it took both of them to lift it after Nathan unlocked it.

Mr. Madsen observed the large door they now stood at, "It's like a bank vault." After Nathan punched in the code the two stepped inside. Nathan, surprised it wasn't as cold as usual tossed his jacket onto a nearby couch.

He opened a cabinet filled with red binders, "This is what you want to see." He walked away, not wanting to see the photos that he was responsible for. He despised them. The only reason he kept pictures in his room was because he wanted to get used to those kind of pictures. So far it wasn't working.

As he expected, Mr. Madsen seemed to hold his breath from time to time as he looked through the disturbing pictures. It only made him feel guiltier.

Nathan tried to busy his mind by reading things around the room, mostly food labels. Then a letter caught his eye and he went over to read it. It was to his father and was about him. It was by a doctor who claimed to have seen Nathan (Nathan himself couldn't recall him) and how serious his condition was becoming. How it got there Nathan didn't know. He had never seen the letter until now.

"This is awful," stated Mr. Madsen, "And Victoria's next."

Nathan spun to face the man and ran over, "No, no, no he didn't say anything about Victoria." But there, in Mr. Madsen's hands, was an empty binder labeled Victoria. He then remembered Jefferson complaining about a threat she made to him. "No."

"It seems he's going to want you to dose her tonight."

"Victoria's my friend! I can't do that to her!"

The man rested his hand on Nathan's shoulder, "You don't have to. We have undeniable evidence."

"Lets go!"

The two were now driving away from the condemned building and on their way to some officers that Madsen trusted. They had still taken the time to set everything back as it was before they got there.

Except they forgot Nathan's jacket.

Both said nothing, there was no need. They were equally determined to get to the trusted cops and expose the perp.

But suddenly, out of nowhere, a small blue car blocked their path. To avoid a collision Nathan swerved and ended up driving down a hill and right into a tree hard enough for the airbags to go off.

Nathan was awake, but Madsen had been knocked unconscious. The phone that had been used to call Kristine had flung forward and crashed through the windshield while Nathan's was still safely in his pocket. It was safe to assume that Madsen's side got most of the damage.

The boy tried to shake him awake when he heard his door open and felt a sharp pain in his neck. He was sure it was the same pain that some of the girls felt when Mr. Jefferson stabbed them with a needle.

Sure enough, when he was pulled out of the car, he looked up to see Mr. Jefferson.

"What a surprise to see you here," he said to the boy before quickly taking his phone and gun.

"Those are mine!"

He ignored him, "I was going to ask for your help at the party tonight."

"To dose Victoria? No!"

"I changed my mind. I chose a different girl."

Against his better judgment, Nathan laughed, "Who is it? Chloe? Her stepdad is right there. Or if it's Max, guess where I got this." He lifted his shirt to reveal a giant bruise on his stomach. "That girl has that Warren kid madly in love with her. Try to do anything to her and you'll regret even meeting her."

Jefferson stood in thought, "Thanks for the warning. I'll be sure to give him a free beverage tonight." Mr. Jefferson looked up. Following his gaze, Nathan looked up the hill to see a girl with blue hair driving a beige truck. Seeing it made Nathan's stomach drop as realization hit him.

"Well Mr. Prescott I'm going to be borrowing you phone. In case I need to make an invitation for the girls. As for Mr. Madsen," he walked over to the car and pulled out a gun the security guard had brought with him, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I borrowed this. His stepdaughter is hard to deal with and this would be a great tool to have. And I'll also be keeping your gun for obvious reasons."

"Are you going to kill us?"

"Not yet." The last thing Nathan saw before he was knocked unconscious was Jefferson's foot heading toward his face.

That's one of my theories. What did you think? Do you want me to write any theories? Let me know in the reviews!