It's been three years since the destruction of Arcadia Bay.
Chloe and I had bought a house with our new jobs.
We weren't dating, just living together.
There were a large number of disappearances in the last year, but I still could do the thing... Although I promised I never would again.
But I was without my medication.
Blackwell had my medication. They were paying for it.
My parents paid for my medication before Blackwell, but since I was "dead," I couldn't have them help me.
I couldn't really explain what happened three years ago to anyone who wasn't crazy.
Which meant no police
And no parents.
They'd put me in a mental hospital.
Chloe had joined the army, so I was living alone.
One night, the dog woke me up.
"What is it Frank?"
I heard a crashing.
"Oh no..." The only phone was downstairs. I could probably do the thing and call the police. But I promised to never do that again.
Never rewind time again. Arcadia Bay was destroyed because of my powers, I couldn't do it again.
I heard someone coming up the stairs.
I grabbed a lamp.
They broke the door down.
I threw the lamp at him, and he fell back.
Another man came in, Frank attacked him.
Or tried to
He kicked Frank away.
Then, he shot Frank.
My eyes opened wide.
I ran over to him and kicked him, he slapped me and pushed me onto the floor.
He got on top of me.
No...
I heard, "Police! Put your hands up!" I was saved.
Later, I found out that my neighbor Leopold Goldstein heard the commotion and called the cops.
He was essentially all you could want in a guy. Tall, funny, nice, handsome, athletic, smart. The list goes on.
He was around my age, but I never really talked to him...
"Um, Leopold, I just wanna thank you for saving me."
"Max, I'd fight through hell to save you."