She knows I'm different, just as easily as I know she is. Because that's what happens right? Time changes all. Just not always in the way we expect.

M: Will you come with me?

I nod, what else can I do? She gestures me forward, not wanting to lose sight of me for a moment. I step out onto the overhang, take a deep breath, and drop. I fall for a few minutes, but falling quickly turns into gliding. It's been so many years, I don't even think about opening out my wings. It's just a reflex now, brought on constant use. I feel her presence on my six. I look back a moment and am awestruck by them. Those wings she bears. I don't remember them being so radiant. I mean they were always beautiful, but now they seem even more majestic. They shone, and I know that's crazy. It's nine pm in a heavy rain storm, there's no way they could possible show anything remotely close to glimmer. But they do. I don't know what it is, but all I see is light when I look upon Maximum's wings. I sense her on my left, now directing my flight. We fly for almost two hours in silence. I don't know what to say, where to start. There's so much I want to tell her. But there's not a great deal that I can tell her.

She descends a few feet and braces herself for landing, I mimic the same. I don't know this place, I've never been here before. It's a small cottage abode with long green window frames. Two stories high, burly wood door, and covered in a mass of sycamore trees. Quite a well hidden residence. Max walks to the sturdy door and waits for me to follow. I step closer, weary of this new environment. She nods her head toward the entrance and steps back. I press down on the metal knob and open it without struggle. Quickly take a breath and walk inside.