Max always believed in the idea that a person's room was like a gateway into someone's mind. And with Nathan, that was no expectation. His room was everything Max expected it to be. Everything was coated in darkness with only the projectors light, which shone onto the projector screen with many flashing images that Max couldn't figure out, to illuminate the room. The pictures, as Max would describe them, were disturbing with one Max could slightly make out to be a woman bound by tape and facing away from the viewer. Max was glad; She didn't want to gaze at their face.

Max wasn't surprised when she discovered the open bottles of medication scattered on the floor. It didn't surprise her. Max always guessed that something was wrong with Nathan to the point that he needed medication for it. After all, him being angry all the time wasn't normal or something to ignore. But from the looks of it, it didn't seem that the medication was helping Nathan. Deep down, Max wanted him to get better since she always noticed how Nathan seemed unable to control himself. Even when Nathan confronted her that one time, she noticed how his hands kept shaking and the aggression in his voice didn't strike her as someone who knew what they were doing. But even then, his actions weren't something she could excuse. But at least, from what she saw, she could understand.

But Max wished that her nosiness wasn't a part of her because when she opened one of the drawers she almost stepped back in shock and disgust. Inside, she found a crumbled-up picture of Chloe completely out of it and curled in a fatal position. Max couldn't help the hand that covered her mouth. She resisted the urge to yell or swear in anger as she didn't want any reason for Chloe to come in and see the image. Max placed the image back inside quickly, feeling her emotions become undone from the overwhelming thought of what Nathan did to her. From the image, it didn't seem that Chloe was harmed physically besides the drugging. But Max dreaded her own mind when it began to think of different scenarios of what Nathan could have done. She didn't want to think it or even ponder it. She wanted that thing away from her as possible before her emotions caused her to do something stupid.

Something that did surprise Max, however, was the information she found about Nathan's father. For starters, Nathan still kept a 'Best Son In The World' certificate written back in 2006. It was cute but also ironic how Nathan kept it after so many years. Something like this, to Max, would embarrass her and she would do anything in per power to keep it from prying eyes other than her own. But Nathan didn't do that. He kept it in his room, plastered on the wall for him to see. It was definitely something Nathan thought about.

But it seemed to confused Max even more when she delved deeper into Nathan's computer. Emails were kept up for a while after Nathan left and for some reason Nathan kept them open in separate tabs. Max decided to have a look to see if anything would pop up that would prove to be useful. What she found was certainly interesting.

Firstly, Max found an email from Nathan to Victoria. At this point, nothing would surprise Max when it concerned Nathan and Victoria. It was obvious that these two were best friends. But it didn't stop Max from worrying. Victoria liked to think she was above everyone else when it came to superiority. But Max could tell she wasn't a true bitch at heart. After all, that time she was covered to the brim with white paint was a moment Max wouldn't forget. Max was truly sorry for what happened and she didn't want to seem like a total bitch towards Victoria. She didn't want to stoop to her level of cruelty. But when Max apologised and complemented Victoria, she noticed that the queen of Blackwell actually showed something to herself that Max didn't expect. She even wondered why Vic would hang around with Nathan when there was so much more to her that Max wanted to know. And she hoped that her and Vic would be on good terms, despite her last run in with her before the incident with Kate.

Thinking about Kate caused Max to get back on track. The email was mostly about Nathan talking about how he got the pigs to stay away from the party due to his father. Max couldn't help her eyes rolling at the comment. Of course Nathan would use his father in this way. It was almost funny how Max thought about him using his fathers power to get away with murder and it actually working.

"Typical." She thought to herself.

Max opened the next Tab and noticed how it was from Nathan's father. It seemed clear that his father, Sean Prescott, had a major influence on him. But it took Max by surprise when she read the email and the amount of control she could sense from him became apparent. She noticed how Sean openly swore to his son to the point where Max was even considering the level of intensity he had, even in person. Max knew Sean had power over the entire town and just by reading the email she could see clearly why so many despised him. Max even found herself hating him for the way he spoke to Nathan. She had to wonder if Sean was the cause of Nathans outbursts of anger and possible desperation.

Something that caught Max's eye was the statement halfway into the email.

I'll guide you into this room step by step as did my father.

What did Sean mean by this? It certainly was a strange statement to make. And he was referring to his own father and potentially others before him. Was this some business that his father was referring to? Max wasn't sure but whatever it was she decided to keep note of it. She had a feeling it might come into play later.

The level of intensity died down when she gazed at the next tab. She was surprised to see that the email came from Nathans sister, Kristine Prescott. From the email, Max could tell that Kristine wasn't on the same level as Nathans father. In fact, she almost reminded her of Chloe on some level. The way the email was structured and the language that Kris used it seemed similar to how Chloe spoke and Max guessed that she was a good influence on Nathan. She could see the care she felt for her little brother.

But of course, she had to mention about Nathan being suspended just like his father. Although it was relieving how Kristine didn't lash out as much as Sean did. Max even wondered if ratting Nathan out would even do anything. After all, telling the principle twice should have been enough but nothing was happening and it just made Max stand out too much towards Nathan. If she wasn't careful then she wold find herself in deep shit and not just with Nathan but his father as well. And Max didn't want to be anywhere near the asshole.

Max found herself humming in annoyance when she found the email from the principle. Once again it seemed that Sean was a huge influence on the situation. I seemed pointless to try and do anything else to bring the spotlight on the Prescott. Well, anything that had the principle involved.

"Why did I even bother trying?" Max asked herself, making sure her voice remained at a safe level of softness.

Max lightly tapped the keyboard to go to the next tab and her body retaliated almost instantly at the site on the screen. In front of her was the video that caused Kate to take her own life on that day and the day when Max failed her friend. The hatred surfaced like boiling water in the pit of Max's stomach. She was suddenly reminded how much she hated Nathan and of the horrible things he did and could potentially do to others. No matter what it took, Kate would get justice.

Max closed the tab quickly as to not memorise the look on Kates face in the video. She wasn't going to subject her mind to the images contained within it. She hated the idea of what those jocks did to her and Kate having no idea what happened. It hurt even more when she knew that she could have done so much more for Kate. And she just ignored her like everyone else. She didn't try hard enough or refused to even see it.

The teen wiped her eyes before she would feel her emotions seep out completely. Everything around her was provoking so much emotion out of her that she wondered how much longer she would last before she escaped forever. But the constant reminder of Kate and Rachel kept her still and strong enough to will it through. Max had found out interesting information but it wasn't going to help her with their investigation. She needed something solid enough to guide her in the right direction.

Max decided to retrace her steps, looking over the spots she believed she overlooked. She bent down to look behind the bottles and wine glasses left on the floor carelessly and checked behind the drawers and underneath the bed. All she really noticed was the all-American teen magazine for any hormonal asshole and an anger management book from someone named Dr Bill. Max frowned, she had seen that name before back at Chloe's house in the garage. Whoever this Dr Bill was, he seemed to be getting around well within Acadia Bay.

When Max saw nothing else of importance she sighed in frustration. So far Max couldn't find anything that would help them. She needed dates, texts, anything that allowed her to build a picture of the events that took place before Kate went to that party.

As she rose to her feet something caught her eye. On the floor near the sofa was scratches that suggested that it was moved many times before. Max looked closer and moved behind the sofa to pull it out. As she searched behind it, she saw a small see-through package containing a phone and a few other things that she couldn't quite figure out. But there was a phone, and with a phone came evidence. After all, why would Nathan hide it?

Max ripped the package from the back of the sofa, placing it in her bag and quickly getting to work on placing everything back to where she found it. But as she did so she stopped suddenly, noticing a piece of paper left carelessly underneath the sofa. Max frowned and reached down to grab it while looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't wasting anymore time and risking getting caught. However, Chloe hadn't come rushing in to warn her so she could only hope that she had a few extra minutes to check anything out and placing everything back before leaving.

Max began to unfold the crunched-up paper and examine the contents on it. When she couldn't see due to the dull light she moved closer to the projector screen, making sure that the paper was placed in an area where the text from the computer wasn't visible.

Max didn't know what to think at first since the images were full of scribbled out words and drawings too ruined to make out. But as she looked closer she began to see similar images of the eyes that stared at her in the principal's office. The same drawing in the same style, only this time there was no mention of the Rachel or a dark room. Instead, the eyes swirled around the page covering every corner and white space with graphite. So much so that Max's hands were covered with it. The paper almost seemed ripped and torn from how hard the pencil pressed against it. Words also swirled around one point, repeating the same thing over and over. It was hard for some words, but reading the clear letters made Max stand frozen on the spot.

I'M SORRY

THEY WILL TAKE YOU. ALL OF YOU

THE STORM IS COMING

YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

Each word collided into each other, smashing the greyness and smudging the clear white of the paper until nothing was left. It took shape, swirling around and around and screaming in fear and defeat.

A tornado.

Max was horrified. Terror struck her forcefully and stabbed her very core. Nathan couldn't know, could he? It wasn't like he could rewind time as well, right? What ifs and Buts kept popping in Max's head with no answer or even a hint to aid her. Without even thinking, she slammed the paper into her bag and tried to keep her mind occupied by removing her every trace from the room. She could rewind, it was easier than rushing. But right now, a million thoughts kept running in her head that she didn't even consider the thought. And when it did it was too late to try.

Clumsily, Max made her way out of the room while trying to keep her mind on track. She had the evidence she needed and now she had to get out before Nathan showed up. In her hurry, she forgot to close the door behind her.

Chloe was still where she left her, standing beside the door with her arms folded with a worried look on her face. When she caught sight of Max, however, the worry dissipated and relief cloaked her face.

"Took you long enough. I was getting worried." Her worry didn't leave her voice however. And it seemed that her worry returned when she caught sight of Max, seeing her in such distress. "Fuck Max, you ok?"

What was Max even dealing with now? The storm was one thing and Rachel was another and Max was sure she had it under control. Hell, Chloe almost convinced her that the storm was just a daydream. But now? Nathan seemed to know something. And that worried Max to the point of complete terror.

If Nathan knew, who was to say that the whole Prescott family knew?

"Max say something. You're zoning out." Chloe slightly shook Max, bringing her back to reality.

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

Chloe wasn't convinced. "Yeah you look it. What did you find in there?"

"I, er, found this." Max took out the package, hoping that Chloe would just drop the subject.

"Jeez what did you do in there? Your hands are all grey."

Max cursed herself when she noticed the pencil still on her hands. "Well you weren't expecting his room to be clean, were you?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Look Chloe, just drop it. Ok?"

"No way, you are not keeping things from me. What did you find?"

Max sighed. "I found this. It has his phone and some other things. It might lead us to Rachel."

"Still doesn't explain the dirt on your hands."

Max debated telling Chloe. Knowing now that Nathan could potentially know something about the storm, she couldn't tell how far she was getting into all of this shit. Would Chloe knowing even help? The Prescotts would be able to take them down if Nathan ratted them out. Her rewind powers might not even help if Nathan could match her.

But Chloe was her friend. She was done keeping things from her.

Hesitantly, Max took out the picture and showed it to Chloe.

"The hell's that?"

"Chloe, I think we're in really dip shit."

The blue punk frowned, but look at the image regardless. She read the words slowly while Max kept an eye on her. The last thing she needed was Chloe losing it.

"Max, what the fuck is this?"

"I don't know. But whatever it is, Nathan is involved."

"but 'the storm is coming' and 'you're all going to die'? I mean the guys a sicko but this is just ridiculous."

"I know it sounds that way. But if Nathan is saying all of this then he could know about the storm in my vision. He may even know more than me. And if we're not careful..."

"We'll end up like dead meat." Chloe finished.

"Exactly."

Chloe sighed in slight worry. Max didn't want Chloe to think about this too much. After all, this was Max's problem. But she was her best friend and she couldn't blame her for thinking that way.

"Whatever this is, we can stop it. Right?" Chloe sounded nervous, her eyes staring deep into Max and searching for an answer. Anything to make the worry subside.

"Chloe, I don't know. This is bigger than us. We're not just dealing with Rachel and Kate and whatever this whole thing is. This is huge. And I don't know what to do to stop it. Or even if I can…"

Chloe didn't know what to say, her mouth tried to form words but no sound came. Instead, she moved her attention to the packaged in her other hand to check the contents within.

"Well, whatever it is, we've got the fucker by the balls."

Max could tell that Chloe was trying to lift her spirits. After all, they did find potential evidence to what happened to Kate and Rachel. But after knowing what she knew now? She couldn't imagine being calm and collected after this. And Chloe seemed to notice because her usual cocky smile faded, replaced with worry.

Max sighed, placing the drawing in her bag. "Let's just get out of here."

Chloe nodded, reaching out to give the package to Max.

That was when the door opened.

Max could feel the sudden change in the air. She didn't even have to look to know that they were caught out. She was only confirmed by her suspicions when Chloe flinched back and hid the package behind her.

By the time Max turned, the door was already half way open and the much familiar face of Nathan Prescott was cut short. His face, it seemed, displayed some sort of pleasure. But when his gaze caught the two, it fell.

For a moment, Nathan didn't say anything and only stared in confusion. Max and Chloe felt their bodies stiffen and turn, seemingly, to stone.

"What the fuck?" Nathan sounded quiet, stricken by shock and anger.

"Max," Chloe mumbled. "Rewind, now."

But Max was stumped. How could she rewind? Chloe had the package. She couldn't afford to snoop in Nathans room again to get it back. And even if that wasn't the case, how would she be able to know how to get out? For all she knew Nathan would be walking up the stairs by the time she rewound. There would be no point where Max could escape.

But even if she could rewind, Max felt a sudden strange feeling in the atmosphere. Something she hadn't felt before. The air seemed still, cloaked in a thick coat that was hard to breath, overpowering and controlling. Max couldn't think straight as her mind raced much faster than it ever had before.

"What are you doing in my dorm?" Nathan's voice was louder now, drenched in venom and slight fear.

Max could see it, and she decided to use it.

With shaking hands, Max reached for her bag and took out the picture and held it out. She did her best to control her breathing as much as she could. The last thing she needed was to look weak.

"What is this?" Max spoke sternly, watching Nathan's face pale almost instantly. It radiated in his voice.

"How did you get that?" Nathan frowned. "You've been in my room?"

Max held the picture tighter, noticing Chloe step back. "What the fuck does this mean, Nathan?"

Nathan didn't say anything; his body almost seemed still with only his breathing as an indication that he was, in fact, still alive. His silence frustrated Max.

"'The storm is coming.'" Max remembered the words, they drilled inside her mind; a statement of fear.

Nathan's eyes widened.

"Why did you write that? What did you mean?"

Chloe was now beside Max, her hand behind her back and her other hand hovering over her pocket.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Nathan finally spoke; his voice was low and quiet.

"No Nathan, I know exactly what I'm talking about. And you know too."

"You're full of shit. You have no idea what's going on." Nathan's hands curled into fists. Max could sense his anger growing. But she needed answers and she needed them now.

"Then tell me what I don't know."

"Max…" Chloe was close now.

"You're a real nosy bitch, Max. You know that?" Nathan was moving forward now, rapidly closing the space between them. Max wasn't comfortable with that.

"Don't come any closer, Nathan!" Max yelped, stepping back.

"Fucking make me!"

Chloe stepped forward and placed her hands on Nathan to make him back off. But Nathan was already trying to shove her out of the way.

"Back off, Prescott."

When Nathan didn't respond, Max noticed a shift in the air. As she turned she saw Warren rushing past her and pushing Nathan back causing him to grunt. When Nathan regained his posture, he glared at Warren who stood in front of Max defensively.

"I've got this, Max."

Nathan sneered. "Get the fuck out of my face."

The next few moments were a blur. Max didn't know what happened but all she knew was that Warren was beating down on Nathan, punching him over and over again. All she could hear was the deafening sounds of fists hitting skin and Nathan's pleads to stop. Max didn't think when she rushed in to stop Warren, yelling at him and begging.

"Warren, that's enough! Stop!"

Warren did stop, his body lazily moving away with his breathe heavy in his chest. Max watched as he stood there, staring down at Nathan who was covering his face in pain and fear. Max had never seen Nathan like this before. It almost scared her.

"Stop…" Nathan whimpered, his voice quiet and vulnerable. "I'm sorry…"

Max felt Chloe brush past her, grabbing the gun that Nathan dropped in the fight. "We have to go, come on." As Chloe walked back up to Max, she noticed that her friend wasn't moving. "Max, c'mon."

Max shook her head. "We can't just leave him…"

"He just tried to attack you. The fucker deserved it."

"But— "

"Max, just leave him. He can't do shit now." Chloe glared at Nathan and leaned down, looking him dead in the eyes. "Who's the bitch now?"

Nathan didn't respond, curling up even more.

Chloe leaned back up, taking Max's hand. "Come on. Let's go."

And the three of them did.