"What if I'd been born fifty years before you, in a house on a street where you lived?" Max paused. The question had taken her by surprise. What the hell was Alec up to now?

"Uh. I wouldn't have to threaten to kick your ass on a daily basis?" She wasn't sure that that was the proper response, but then again it wasn't really a proper question so she supposed she shouldn't be bothered. Still something in his voice told her this was important. Important in a way not relating to transgenics because 1, he wouldn't be so damn vague and 2, they were in the middle of Jam Pony. She did not have time for this. Whatever this was.

"Max, just this once let me finish." He glared at her.

"Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike. Would I know?" If it hadn't been so serious, the face on Max would've been hilarious, all scrunched up and confused-like. Alec shook the errant thought from his brain.

Max was so lost it wasn't even funny. He'd been acting strange for a while now, avoiding her at times, snapping at busty girls and being uncharacteristically quiet. He had even crashed his bike a few days ago. She was beginning to suspect his genetics had caught up with him and was mentally plotting to get him to see Dr. Carr.

"Know what?" Alec froze. Okay. That required an answer. An answer he couldn't possibly give. He sounded stupid enough already for one attempt. Maybe he'd try again later.

"Uh. Nevermind. I've got uh.." Alec's mind went blank. Damn it. Maybe he wouldn't try again at all. Ever.

"Hot run to Sector 9!" Normal cried out at them, hoping one of the deadbeats he hired would attempt to make it look like they were working. As far as Alec was concerned, Normal was now his hero. For the day. Any more than that would get creepy. Quickly.

"I've got a hot run to sector 9! See you at Crash!" He shouted triumphantly. He promptly tore out of the building and Max was left to stare stupidly after him. After a few minutes of being acting like a dumbfounded idiot Max walked over to her locker in a daze. OC was there looking concerned.

"What's wrong with your boy Boo?"

"I dunno what his dealio is. He just came up to me spouting off about if he were born 50 years before me and me riding my bike down his street and knowing and... I dunno." Max snorted; no doubt OC looked as shocked she had a few minutes ago. Man she had looked stupid.

"What?"

"I know." Max paused before adding quietly, "I think I'm gonna take him to see Dr. Carr."