"Max? Max, can you hear me? Please say something."

The punk's voice is distorted, Max is just trying to regain consciousness. She's puzzling.

"Chloe? I… I must have passed out… Sorry."

"Oh thank God…" the bluenette looks at her "Don't you ever do that again, okay?"

"I swear…" she sniffles "but that nightmare was so real… was so horrible." she goes on as the punk helps her to stand up.

She walks towards the edge of the cliff, looking at the tornado. Rain, lightning… It's terrible. She looks directly into the eye of the storm. She caused it. She's a little bit cold but she has to figure out what to do.

"This is my storm" she says "I caused this… I caused all of this. I changed fate and destiny so much that… I actually did alter the course of everything!" she yells "And all I really created was just death and destruction!"

"Fuck all that, okay?" Chloe walks to her "You were given a power. You didn't ask for it… and you saved me. Which had to happen, all of this did… except for what happened to Rachel." she pauses, giving the brunette a moment to understand "But without your power we wouldn't have found her! Okay, so you're not the goddamn Time Master, but you're Maxine Caulfield…" she grabs her arms "and you're amazing."

The photographer is still puzzling. She has absolutely no idea what to do. How could she stop this destruction? She looks back at the tornado then at the bluenette again, who seemingly has an idea.

"Max, this is the only way" she hands over the photo of the blue butterfly.

Somehow it warms Max's heart, that she kept carrying around this picture all along.

"I feel like I took this shot a thousand year ago" she walks back to edge of the cliff and looks at the photo, but the punk still have something to say.

"You could use that photo to change everything right back to when you took that picture…" her voice cracks "All that would take is for me to… to…" she ends up crying, she buries her face in her hands.

"Fuck that!" the brunette says immediately, as she knows what Chloe means "No… no way! You are my number one priority now. You are all that matters to me."

"I know." she sighs "You proved that over and over again… even though I don't deserve it. I'm so selfish…" she cries "not like my mom. Look what she had to give up and live through… and she did. She deserves so much more than to be killed by a storm in a fucking diner. Even my step… father deserves her alive. There's so many people in Arcadia Bay who should live… way more than me…"

"Don't say that… I won't trade you."

"You're not trading me. Maybe you've just been delaying my real destiny… Look at how many times I've almost died or actually died around you. Look at what's happened in Arcadia Bay ever since you first saved me. I know I've been selfish, but for once I think I should accept my fate… our fate…"

"Chloe…" she cries.

"Max, you finally came back to me this week, and… you did nothing but show me your love and friendship. You made me smile and laugh, like I haven't done in years. Wherever I end up after this… in whatever reality… all those moments between us were real, and they'll always be ours. No matter what you choose, I know you'll make the right decision."

"Chloe… I can't make this choice…" she cries out and the punk grabs her arms again.

"No, Max… You're the only one who can."

Max thinks for a moment, staring into the punk's eyes. A new theory forms in her head. Maybe, when the storm is gone, she'll lose her powers. She got her powers to save Chloe, most probably. So she has to prevent the punk from getting into trouble with Frank and Nathan. She already knows that it's not enough to go back to Monday and warn David. Plus, Chloe's somewhat right. Everything had to happen, except for what happened to Rachel. That's it. She knows what to do.

"Chloe… I'm not doing this! I have a new idea, just… I know it's fucked up, but I have to get back to my dorm!"

"Are you crazy, Max?"

"Listen! Just please," she takes her hands "take me back. I'll tell you what's on my mind, but please, just take me back now, okay? I think I'll lose my power when the storm is gone, so please!"

"You really are mad, Max…" she shakes her head as she heads down.

The brunette tells her plan while they drive to Blackwell. Chloe truly is amazed, but also, a little bit skeptic. Blackwell is almost completely unharmed.

As they get into the brunette's dorm, the punk sits on the edge of the bed, while the photographer starts to search for a photo immediately. That's it! After five minutes of searching she finds it. She sighs with relief then looks at the punk, who sits with a quite unsettled expression.

"What's up now?" the brunette asks, sitting next to her.

"Do you really think it'll work?"

"This is our last chance. I promised I'd never go back in time like this, but… I can prevent the storm, and I can save Rachel, too, I'm concerned."

"So I won't remember any of this?"

"Like it never happened. Because in that reality it didn't."

"Fuck it!"

"No, Chloe, listen! I want you to be alive and happy! And if I can do it…"

"Max, I love you" she mumbles.

"What?" she asks shocked.

"During this week I realized what I lost when you left. I love you." she leans to the photographer.

"Chloe…" she whispers.

The bluenette softly kisses her on the lips, cupping her face. Their foreheads softly touch. The punk laughs and cries at the same time.

"Tell me this, okay? I really wanna be with you without all this shit around us. Promise me you'll tell me about this."

"Sooner or later I will" she smiles.

"I guess we don't have much time left. And Max?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for not letting me die."

"I told you. You're all that matters."

"See you soon, hippie!"

The brunette takes the photograph which was taken in mid-March. She looks at it and concentrates hard. She shifts. She sees the blurred lines of realities then looks at her father. She has to do it, right now. She doesn't have much time to convince Chloe.

"Excuse me for a moment."

"Max, the game is about to start, where are you going?"

"I have to call somebody" she shoves her hand in her pocket and gets her phone.

The punk receives the call and the brunette's heart skips a beat when she hears her voice.

"Hello?"

"Chloe, it's me… Max" she adds.

"Oh well, it's good to hear your voice after all these years…" she notices the sarcasm in her voice but she can't let her drag her down.

"Listen, it will sound crazy, and I don't have much time, but listen, you have to believe me."

"I don't really know, Max, you call me once in five years and you don't have the time?"

"I'll explain personally, I swear, okay? I'm going to attend Blackwell next year, just listen. Tell Rachel to avoid Nathan and Jefferson. And also, tell David that he's on the right track, he should search under the barn. Just, please, Chloe, do it, I'll explain everything."

"You sure sound high, but how do you know about…"

"Chloe, please, promise me! If for not anything else, for the good old days we had together, okay?"

"Okay," she sighs "but you will tell me about this, right?"

"I promise. And Chloe, take care, will you?"

"Uh, sure, so… see you soon?"

"I'm coming, I promise! Remember a date, okay? October twelfth. We'll have a serious talk on that day."

"You still sound high."

"I know." she chuckles "See you soon."

"Hope so."

She sighs with relief. She hopes things will turn out to be fine at last. Everything becomes blurry and she drifts off in time.

In the next moment she wakes up. She doesn't remember anything about the past few months. She takes a look around. She's in her dorm, though it looks different. By the punk-rock posters she assumes that they really are friends with Chloe. What about Rachel? Is she… alive?

She gets out of her bed, she sits at her desk. Good, even in this reality she has a journal. She learns lots from it. Seemingly, Jefferson ended up in jail. That bastard deserved it, no matter what a brilliant photographer he is! Nathan somehow got away with it, but that's fine. So it means that… Rachel must be alive and Kate has never been bullied. And they're friends, it's cool, isn't it? Now, they're like the three musketeers! It really is awesome! Everything seems to be fine, except for one thing.

She has never told Chloe about the thing she promised. She still has to tell her that they kissed. Like, twice. And that the second kiss was serious. That they love each other that… Max is going out with… Warren?! How and when?! Auto-pilot Max sure is a total dumbass… The brunette sighs and brushes off her face. She can't believe this. She should've gotten together with Chloe, not with Warren. She's in love with the punk, not the mad scientist, right? Now, she has to talk to Chloe AND Warren. But how could she break his heart? And what should she tell him?

She sighs again and checks her phone. It's six in the morning, so she can start handling things. She really should. She writes a message to Warren, telling him to meet in thirty minutes outside and they really have to talk. The guy accepts and the brunette gets ready. After a brief shower she checks out her wardrobe. Well, she really is rocking it now. Some ripped jeans, a skull-tee and the leather jacket will do, with, of course combat boots. She loves that jacket. It looks like she was in a gang or band, "Mad Max" is written on its back. She laughs as she checks herself in the mirror. She totally looks like Chloe, except for that her hair is not blue, she has a streak of red. She walks out with a sigh and sits on a bench and waits patiently for Warren.

The guy arrives in minutes, just as Max finishes settling up a meeting with Chloe, too. Warren leans for a kiss, but the brunette pushes him a little.

"Now, what's wrong?" he raises a brow.

"We really need to talk."

"About what?"

"About us. Warren, I can't… It's not me, I can't go on like this."

"What are you talking about?"

"That we shouldn't be more than friends."

"Are you kidding me? Max, you told me yesterday that you love me. Was it a lie, or, what, nothing was wrong yesterday, I can't get you."

"It's not you, it's me, really."

"Oh don't, Max! Don't come up with this cliché shit, okay?"

"Warren, listen, we still can be friends!"

"You must be joking, right? Right?! I don't know what happened during the night, what made you change your mind, but… What's going on?"

"Warren. I love you. Of course I love you. But only as a friend, okay?"

"It's not okay!" he brushes off his face "You fucking lied to my face for a month!"

"Warren…"

"No, you know what? It's your loss! But I'm happy you just showed who you really are! You love playing, huh? It's fine, okay! You can just go and fuck your friends and all, and hey, I never liked them at all!" he heads back to his dorm, leaving the brunette speechless.

Max thinks for a moment. Warren never liked her friends? Did he just mean Chloe and Rachel? Would Max really be that different in this reality?

There's something she didn't check yet. She slowly raises her hand. She hesitates, breathes a sigh then concentrates. Nothing happens. Max can't rewind time anymore. It's a bittersweet feeling. Her theory was correct, but she got used to binding time for her own advantage. She shrugs, stands up slowly then heads back to her dorm. On her way she meets Rachel. She really is beautiful. She smiles at her.

"Good morning, girl friend! So, what you up to? Will we get into some rave tonight or will you be deep in your bitch's ass?"

"You mean Warren? No, we just broke up."

"Are you serious? You were all about him yesterday. You know, we didn't mean anything serious. We just teased you a little bit."

"No, it's not about you, nor about him. It's me. And it's complicated."

"Well, I'm off to have a bite, wanna come with me?"

"Uh, no, thanks. Chloe's coming over. I need to talk to her. We may decide what to do later, okay?"

"Sure. Oh hey, you like this jacket, too? I love it! We really are inseparable!" she turns around.

"RDA" is written on her back.

"Yeah. I love it!"

"RDA, like, you can see so much into this! But I'm gonna stick to my name!" she winks.

At the same moment Chloe walks in, wearing a wide grin.

"Well, well, well… What do we have here? A party so early in the morning?"

"Well, C, we can. But I really gotta jet now. I'm about to starve to death! But call me if you decided about the day!" she rushes out, leaving Chloe and Max alone.

The brunette hesitates for a moment then hugs the punk tight.

"Whoa, you all right, Mad Max?"

"I really am happy to see you!"

"Are you high?"

"No."

"I thought you have some weed left. Geez. Seriously though, let me go before your ever jealous bitch comes at me!"

"He's not my boyfriend anymore. Chloe…"

"Wait…" she looks into the photographer's eyes "It's the big day, right? It's fucking October twelfth!"

"Yeah." she smiles softly.

"So, will you tell me everything now?"

"You think I'm high now, but you'll think I'm crazy after you hear the things I'm about to tell you."

"Well, I'm getting excited! Tell me everything!"

"It's not just me." she opens her room door "You have to tell me lots, too."

"Max?" she sits on the bed.

For a moment she looks with the same unsettled expression she had yesterday. Or, in the other reality, to be exact. The brunette's heart skips a beat. She sits next to the punk and grabs her hand.

"I believe in you. You know I'm not making this up. You believed me then. You'll believe me this time, too."

"When?"

"I could prove myself though…" she sighs "I have nothing now. But I believe in our… friendship. You'll believe me."

"Okay, tell me already, or I'm gonna walk out of here and never come back!"

"Chloe…" she already feels her eyes getting misty.

"Whoa, you know I didn't mean it, Mad Max! Max? What's wrong?"

"I made some mistakes in the past…"

She stops for a moment. She looks at the punk who seems excited, worried and unsure at the same time. Max has to consider what and how she tells her.