It was during the middle of the night, that I first heard Chloe cry about David and Joyce.

I had fallen asleep quite quickly, but Chloe, she was still awake when I had closed my eyes.

It was only when I heard the hum of my desktop and saw the light of the monitor, that I woke up to see Chloe staring at the monitor.

She was crying.

And I didn't know what to do.

So I did what comes naturally and simply asked her if she was ok?

"No, nothing is ok Max. I can't believe this."

She was looking at all the news articles. She was looking at the list of people either dead or missing. She had searched for two names.

Joyce Price and David Madsen.

Joyce, I knew where she would be, the Two Whales Diner. She was always a natural caregiver, and if my time-hoping did anything, it showed me where she would of been and what she would of been doing.

I'm glad that Frank and Warren had someone to help take care of people throughout all the storm. And as we drove by, the diner was still standing, but the roof had collapsed and the windows had been blown outward.

Did the gas explosion happen in this timeline because I wasn't there to stop it?

I got out of bed in my pajamas and stood next to her, I looked at all the names of the missing and dead with her. I saw so many people who I expected to be on there. But what about...

"Kate isn't on here, the hospital must of evacuated in time. She must really have a guardian angel."

Chloe's remark was filled with a scoff and resentment.

It only took me a bit before I wrapped my arms around her. She was always so positive and was able to shake things off but this... I don't know how she was doing it for so long.

"Max, I can't believe they are dead." She cried touching my arms. "But you need to know that none of this is your fault, bullshit happens."

I had to ask her, I had to ask Chloe if she felt like any of this was her fault.

"What do you think Max, it was either me or them. It has to be my own fucking fault."

I told her that it was my choice, that I couldn't sacrifice her for the town, because she's my partner in crime. She is my Chloe. The Storm couldn't have her.

But wait, I looked at the name of people, two names that should of been there, but weren't.

That means they could still be alive.

The second I pointed this out to Chloe, she looked at the screen in shock.

"Step-dou... David, could still be alive?" She looked as surprised as anyone could be. "Oh my god!" She turned the chair around as she looked at me.

Those tear filled blotchy eyes, puffy. That wasn't a good look for her. So I quickly grabbed some tissues and handed them to her.

"Max, I could kiss you right now!"

I gently kissed her forehead, telling her that we would have plenty of time for that later, for now she should call David, or anyone who might know if he survived.

The phone rang for what seems like forever. The sound of the ringing on speaker was the only noise that went through my bedroom.

Ring... ring... ring...

"This is Madsen." The male gruffy voice that me and Chloe loved, it seemed slurred a bit and tired.

When Chloe spoke into the phone, we could hear a man break on the other side of the line.

"Chloe, oh thank God your alive. I-I just got out of the hospital out in Portland, everyone they could find was airlifted there. True heroes those men. Though, they... they..."

"David, calm down, I'm fine, so is Max. We've been reading the news trying to find people."

"Where are you two? I looked everywhere for you guys after dealing with that dark room nonsense. Can't believe I find Mark and Victoria down there. Poor girl. She didn't even stand a chance. Though I'm glad we were in a fortress, fortified against any and all opposition."

"What, what happened to Jefferson?"

"Apprehended by the police. He's currently rotting in a jail cell. For the murders of Rachel Amber, Nathan Prescott and Victoria Chase."

"He's going to make some man very very happy." Chloe's voice sounded disgusted.

I asked David if he was well enough to get up to Seattle. Chloe needs some family around right now.

"I could be up around tomorrow night. Though, they are doing a mass for everyone who didn't make it through the storm, even the Governor is coming down to speak about it."

"Oh so some guy in a suit it going to preach about something he couldn't do anything about. Ass-hat." Chloe's words stung hard. It was typical of her by this point.

"I'll talk to you two tomorrow morning, get some rest. You've been through Hell and you deserve it."

When Chloe hanged up the phone she got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around me.

"I can't believe he's alive Max. We managed to save someone."

Who would of thought that that same Chloe who only a handful of days ago would of been slapped by her step-father or get into argument after argument, would miss him so much.

When she let go of me she wiped her tears away and smiled. "Tomorrow, we can talk to him, and find out what happened to Kate."

I gave only a small smile back as moved to my bed and sat down. I told her that she should get some sleep, that we were going to have a long day in the morning.

"I can't sleep man! I just can't believe it." She sounded high off of the news. To which I told her that I'm heading off to bed then, because I unlike her can't live off of no sleep.

"Aww. Max you can be so cute sometimes. Good Night."

Chloe gently gave me a goodnight kiss.

"Sleep tight Max. We've got a long day tomorrow."