Clementine's always hated hospitals. The way they smell, how depressing they look with all of the patients hooked up to various machines, the attitude of some of the more disgruntled nurses, and just the overall atmosphere of the place – it's all a little claustrophobic. So much happens in here at such a rapid pace that the girl often finds it difficult to keep up. It's why she never used to enjoy watching those hospital dramas on television with her parents as a child, since in her mind, it would just cause her to experience a very, VERY early stroke.

So needless to say, as she walks through the sliding double doors of Arcadia Bay Health Centre, Clementine's feeling a little anxious. The receptionist looks like she's had ten years' worth of crappy days at her post, and it shows as she rudely tells her to take an elevator up to the seventh floor so that she can stop bothering her.

Thanking the lady anyways out of force of habit, Clementine scurries away as she wanders down the cream-coloured hallway; passing by a few kids taking their father outside in a wheelchair as another elderly woman leans on her IV pole and breathes heavily out through her nose. No matter how she might feel about being in a place like this, Clem can't help but admit that no matter how crappy her life might've seemed after the funeral a while back, there's always going to be somebody less fortunate than she is. Some of these people may have to live here for weeks on end.

Flashing a quick smile to a doctor who's also waiting for the same elevator that she is, Clementine waits for the light to turn green on the dash up above. Stepping to the side so that the four passengers can get out, she moves to the rear corner of the elevator and thanking the doctor for pushing the seventh floor button for her.

"Just visiting someone today?" she asks politely as Clementine nods her head and adjusts the strap of her backpack over her shoulder.

"Yeah…" Clem somberly replies, "I've got a friend who's in a lot of pain right now. Figured that she could use someone to talk to."

Most likely figuring that this could be a sensitive topic for the teen, the doctor simply nods and faces forward once again; hopping out to her designated floor as Clementine is left to her own thoughts.

Kate Marsh – how could things have been turned on their head so quickly? One moment, Clem was simply sitting in class and trying to endure another one of Ms. Grant's boring science lessons (although she still highly respected the teacher for showing her students to stand up for what's right), and then the next she's basically thrown out like a stampede outside. With everyone watching like a hawk as Kate had taken her first steps off of that rooftop, her breath had hitched and her throat was bone dry.

Oh yes, Clem can remember clearly that Kate had in fact jumped from the roof the first time. Were it not for a certain someone's quick thinking and action, then she likely wouldn't even be in this hospital visiting her friend at all.

Startled a little bit as the elevator makes an abrupt and shaky stop at the seventh floor, Clementine makes a hasty exit as she starts to look around for the door signs. Although under normal circumstances it would just have the door number on the front with nothing else, it's a lot easier to make out Kate's room by the obscene number of flower bouquets and Get Well Soon cards from many of the same people who were teasing her in the first place. Fucking hypocrites, the lot of them.

The irony hasn't been lost on her, but Clementine at least takes solace in the fact that the majority of the school has started to show a little compassion for a change. It's been a few days since the incident, and already some of the effects have caused a ripple in the status quo of Blackwell Academy. Vortex Club posters have been either torn off the walls of heavily tampered with, quoting the people within the prestigious group as being evil, heartless bastards and nothing more than a ragtag bunch of fuck-ups.

Looks like Kate's started a revolution, Clementine thinks to herself, knocking on the door and poking her head inside. Smiling sadly in an effort to cheer her up, she spots Kate laying in her bed and still dressed in an ugly, blue hospital gown. Her hair's a fluffy mess, and her cheeks are stained with old tears as the dark circles under her eyes tell Clem that she hasn't been sleeping well at all lately, but through all of this it genuinely seems like Kate is happy to see her.

"Hey," Clementine greets her, approaching the bed as she pulls up a chair from the side of the room. "How are you feeling?"

Weakly shrugging her shoulders, Kate sits up a little bit in her hospital bed, being careful not to disrupt or tamper with any of the machines that she's wired up to while doing so. The girl's been on twenty-four hour suicide watch for the past few days, but from what Clementine's been hearing, the medical professionals' original worries about a possible relapse of her self-harming behaviour have largely subsided. In other words, in about a week's time, Kate's likely going to be cleared for leaving.

Whether leaving means heading back home to her family or returning to Blackwell for the rest of the school term remains up for debate.

"As good as can be expected, I guess," she admits truthfully, sighing a little as Clementine listens intently. Resting her hands on her lap, a small, weathered smile appears on Kate's lips as she recalls what transpired. "Alyssa, Stella and Brooke all came in earlier this morning… I guess I gave them quite the scare."

Not wanting to pin the blame on Kate as being the reason that the whole school has become rather morbid recently, Clementine says nothing and instead snaps her fingers in remembrance. Curious, Kate watches with intrigue as Clem brings her bag up to her lap, unzips it and starts digging around through the contents.

"Almost totally forgot about this thing," Clementine chuckles dryly, feeling a little worried until she finally grabs onto the prized possession – a dark red stuffed bear, also known more commonly as a Beanie Baby. "I saw it on the way home yesterday – didn't even think they were selling these things, and I nearly had to break someone's arm just to get it. I guess now I can see why the company stopped making these things…"

Giggling at that, Kate smiles warmly as she holds the toy in her hands and plays with the arm for a second. Clem's heart swells with warmth as Kate thanks her; grateful that she'd take time out of her schedule to check up on her and do something as thoughtful as to buy her a gift. Clearly the flowers were getting a little too spacious in this room.

Clementine doesn't want to say anything, seeing's how the girl's already undergoing enough stress in her life as it is, but practically the entire town has heard the now infamous story of Kate's suicide attempt. It was in the newspapers, on television, as well as lodged in nearly everyone's minds. And as horrible as it may be for her to admit, she's actually kind of glad that this new topic is all that anybody can talk about – it's distracted them from the disappearance of Frank Bowers. She can recall actually seeing Max trying to be sneaky and taking down Frank's posters late one day after school, but even then she looked as though she was gonna be sick to her stomach.

The only logical explanation that Max can think of for everyone's sudden interest in Kate is… well, to put it bluntly, not a whole lot happens in Arcadia Bay. The town is small – close to about 9000 people at the most – and so, when something as devastating as a suicide attempt gets whispered on the wind, it catches on with the residents pretty quickly. And suddenly, Kate Marsh, a girl who most wouldn't have even heard about prior to this event, has now become one of the most recognizable people in this little dot on the Oregon map.

"We managed to convince Mr. Jefferson that you wouldn't need any more homework," Clem winks as she smirks in a joking manner. "Trust me, there's not enough detention in the world that could convince me to try and stay for an hour of nineteenth century photography… Sometimes I think the teachers at Blackwell are paid to try and turn all of our brains to mush!"

"…certainly still beats the living crap out of being cooped up in a place like this…"

Falling awfully quiet at that, as well as realizing that Kate is still in a lot of pain and that there's a lot of work to be done, Clementine takes a chance and lightly grabs onto her hand in support. She's certainly no counsellor, and no manner of encouraging words is going to fully bring her back from the brink, but whatever sliver of help she may be able to provide, Clem knows in her heart that it's worth it. A million and a half times over, in fact. She may just be one person who's barely even scratched the surface into Kate's life, but sometimes one person may be enough to get the ball rolling.

"You can get through this, Kate. I know you can," she encourages softly, lightly squeezing onto her hand in support. "Once this is all over, and you can come back to school, I'm gonna take you out for ice cream down by the bay – just you and me. C'mon, what do you say? That usually helps me cheer up whenever I'm feeling blue."

Studying her bedspread for a few moments, not saying anything, Kate finally opens her mouth to speak once again; her brow twisted with a mix of confusion and sadness. "You were the only one who tried to help me up there…" she mentions, causing Clementine's gut to twist in a tight knot. Oh, if she only knew… "You didn't give up on me when everyone else did… even when I gave up on myself… Why?"

Something inside of her wants to belt out the truth for all to hear, from the diner, to the school, to Lee, to the hospital and everywhere in between. This secret has been eating away at her insides, and the knowledge that she herself is also apparently connected to some sort of crazy time power still boggles her mind even now.

But if she were to say anything about this, not only would it likely put Max in danger in more ways than one, but even if she were to say something, would Kate even believe her? Would she laugh in her face? Would she be locked up in a mental institution with no hope of escape, all because nobody would actually buy her story?

Those threats alone are enough to keep her mouth shut, but Clementine has come up with a different way of giving credit where credit is due.

"Kate… I may have been up there with you, but… I didn't do it alone," she reveals, puzzling the depressed teen as she tries to figure out what she means. "If it hadn't been for Max, then I wouldn't have been able to get up there in the first place. She got me through those doors even before Officer Dickhead could even get in. So really, it's Max who's the real hero here… not me."

Stunned at this revelation, Kate doesn't really know what to say about that. Although the truth may have been altered for secretive purposes, the message still holds true – she'd be dead if it wasn't for Max. She's an unsung hero in all of this, and unfortunately, aside from her and Chloe, nobody will ever really know just how special and helpful the girl truly is. She's definitely not getting treated any better at Blackwell thanks to her super powers, and it's not as if Max is going to win any Nobel prizes for being able to rewind time.

But maybe, just maybe, that's the way that she'd prefer things to be.


"BOO-YAH!" Chloe jump-scares her friend, stepping out of the shadows and latching onto her shoulders as she tries to lighten the mood. "Get it? Boo-yah? Like a… scary punk ghost?"

"More like a scary, insensitive…" Max cuts herself off, forgetting her criticism of Chloe's antics as she shakes her head and places her hands on her hips; pacing back and forth slowly as she motions for the other girl to come out of hiding. "Clem, come on out here. We may as well get started with all of this…"

Apparently not having realized that the ball cap-sporting girl was coming along at all, Chloe turns around to see that, sure enough, Clementine's scoping out the scene from the bushes. With a sheepish grin, she steps out of her hiding spot and brushes the dead leaves and branches off of her dark blue hoodie – the same one that she's been wearing in her visions, Max notes.

Can this really all be a coincidence? Maybe this is some sort of sign that I'm not getting through my head, Max supposes, completely relinquishing any annoyed vibes about Chloe acting like a goofball so soon after Kate's near-death experience.

"Well hello there, Ms. Heisenberg," Chloe jokes as she elbows the girl lightly in the ribs. Whatever the hell happened between the two of them Max doesn't rightly know. But at least they seem to be getting along a little bit now. "Didn't expect to see a goodie-goodie like you out on a stakeout mission. Figured you'd be asleep by now."

Pulling Chloe's dark beanie down over her eyes, Clementine stands in the circle as she waits for further instruction. Max is actually pretty impressed – nobody has ever touched her hat and lived, as far as she's concerned.

Shaking these silly thoughts to the side, as Max remembers the reason that she had invited Clem out with them tonight anyways, she turns on her heel and starts heading towards the main building. "I almost got busted by the principal… again," she says spitefully, still bitter after getting suspended for trying to blame Nate on the whole suicide attempt without enough solid evidence to back up her claim. "The guy was plastered out of his mind, and yet nobody's gonna lay a finger on him to do anything about it. Meanwhile, I'm getting into trouble for actually telling the truth about Nathan! This is so unfair!"

"Tch, I don't think that anyone would want to lay a finger on that slimy ass, Max. So I think you're in the clear on that one."

"Ugh… that's not what I meant, Chloe…"

"Sure it's not," Chloe winks, clearly being the veteran of sneaking out among the three girls as she strolls along without a care in the world. The rush and adrenaline of a nighttime heist like this is getting her pretty wired, but actually doing it with people that she likes instead of assholes like Frank is making the deal even sweeter. "Come on, slowpokes – I know a way inside, and then we can really start to have some fun!"

Taking a quick glance over at Max, Clementine speaks her mind as she tries to keep Chloe from hearing. "Suddenly, I'm sort of wishing that you hadn't brought me out here tonight."

"Wait, hold up…" Chloe stops them, halting their progress as she widens her eyes at what she's seeing. "Shit! Quickly, behind that billboard thingy! Hide!"

Doing as she's said, Clem and Max quickly duck for cover behind the sign followed by Chloe as the three of them glance at the front doors of the school. Out of everyone who could've shown up, it's actually Victoria and Mr. Jefferson, people who Max had definitely not been expecting to see.

What could they be doing at this time of night, anyways?

Probably trying to suck-up for grades… and some action, apparently, Max gathers, feeling disgusted yet amused at how hard Victoria's been trying with him. Doesn't she realize that she's practically half his age? Ugh… is there any low that she won't stoop to?

"I can give you a one-word sneak peek of Max's entry: selfie," Victoria smugly remarks, making Max's skin crawl at how belittling and mean she can actually be, even after such traumatic events. Thankfully, Mr. Jefferson (or Mark, as Victoria's been referring him to) doesn't seem too impressed with what she's trying to do.

"Jealous much?" Chloe whispers, feeling incredibly happy that she had gotten expelled from such a pretentious place like this.

Listening in on their conversation for a little while longer, the trio wait until the teacher has left and Victoria, annoyed beyond belief that her extortion attempt has just backfired, has stormed back towards the dormitories in a huff. Shaking her head in wonder at how the girl can possibly act like this every single day, Max stands to full height as she amusedly high-fives a smirking Chloe.

"Rad – stage one completed," she boasts, heading up the front steps with Clementine trailing behind the two of them. Flashing a set of keys in front of them before turning back to face the front door, Chloe twirls the keychain around and gets set to work. "All courtesy of Asshole-McGee," she mutters, unlocking the front door and hurrying Max and Clementine inside. "Alright, here we go…"

Carefully shutting the door behind her and snapping herself out of staring at the beautiful fireflies that have come out to dazzle the nighttime sky, Clementine regains her focus as she uses the dim light of her cellphone to help illuminate the hallway. "My battery's almost dead, so we've gotta make this quick. What are we looking for?" she questions, watching as Chloe has already started to dash towards the principal's office and gotten to the secretary's desk.

After switching on a lamp and adjusting the brightness accordingly, Max watches Chloe get set to work before answering. "We need to get more information on what happened with Kate… and Rachel Amber," she adds, hoping that Chloe hasn't really been paying much attention to their conversation as she frowns sadly. "There's more going on with this place than the teachers and principal are letting on… and we're convinced that the two events might somehow be related. Why else would they be so tight-lipped about all of this?"

Seemingly unconvinced at the connection between Rachel and Kate, Clementine sits on the secretary desk as she puts her hood overtop of her head; suddenly feeling a little chilly from the air conditioning unit right beside the doorway. "Well… that still doesn't really explain how the two things go together. I mean, who do you think could've possibly have been responsible for…"

Mulling it over a little bit as Max allows her to figure it out for herself, Clementine finally puts the pieces together. It all seems a little like some sort of crazy conspiracy theory more than anything else, but with all the buzz that's been surrounding Nathan Prescott and his less than squeaky clean track record as of late, Clementine admits that it might not be so farfetched.

From what she's been told by various sources, Max has discovered that Nathan used to be pretty enamoured by Rachel Amber, possibly even wanting more than she was willing to give. He's never really been one to take no for an answer, most likely due to a mental illness as well as his parents spoiling him rotten, so the idea of him somehow being involved in Rachel's disappearance might actually have some truth to it. And with the truth involving Kate and that party being so much clearer to Max than any of the adults are willing to accept, she really wants to try and find out the answers for herself.

Chloe was more than happy to come along for the ride.

"Damn it… what kind of security guard doesn't have keys to the principal's office?!" Chloe barks quietly, coming up short-handed as she decides to try a different tactic. "Fuck it, I'm gonna try to pick the lock. Hopefully my thieving skills can actually come in handy this time…"

"What if I texted a friend of mine? Warren knows a thing or two about science – maybe he could help us cook something up for this thing," Max suggests, causing Chloe to shrug her shoulders as Clementine thoughtfully studies the unit plastered on the wall. An idea is starting to form in her head, but this may be doing more harm than good with all things considered.

"If you wanna get your brainiac friend on the line, go right ahead. I bet you that I can get us on faster, though!"

"Oh, it is on," Max smirks, feeling a little bad-ass as she brings the cell phone to her ear, but looking confused as Clementine places a hand on her shoulder and shakes her head. "What? Did you find the keys or something?"

Heading over to the air conditioner and tapping onto its metallic surface, Clementine tries to unscrew the bolts with her hands. However, as she had predicted she has no success. "I've seen one of these before – a family of dairy farmers had one in their meat locker when I went on a class trip to their barn one year," she mentions, recalling how creeped out she had been by the younger brother of the St. John family at the time. Danny, she thinks his name was? "They build these things in the wall and have a little passageway that we might be able to fit through. But I need something to remove the screws with. Lee had a multi-tool in our garage… should've brought stuff like that with me…"

Examining the machine for herself, Chloe nods her head as she rubs her thumb over the screws. "We can do this," she states, glancing over her shoulder as she addresses the two girls behind her. "Can you guys look for something we can use to bust our way through this bad boy? This place isn't exactly known for an auto shop class, but see if you can find some tools. Screwdrivers, plyers, that kind of thing."

"Aye, aye, Captain Chloe," Max salutes like a goofball as the spunky, blue-haired teen heads back to the doorknob in order to try her luck at picking her way in again. It'd be a lot less messy and make a lot less noise, but any way that they might be able to head on inside would be good enough for her.

She can't help but quickly do a few double-takes over her shoulder in paranoia after she's left alone in the office, with Clem and Max searching relentlessly through the dim classrooms.


Feeling her phone buzzing in her pocket after having set it to "Vibrate Mode", Max checks the message and smirks to herself. Warren's a pretty reliable friend to have around, even though she's not into him the same way that he is into her. It couldn't be more obvious with the dumb things he often says over messaging, but this actually isn't one of those times.

"This might work as a backup plan," she recommends, although Clementine is pretty darn convinced that this screwdriver plan is going to work wonders.

"No bombs required, I think," Clementine remarks, fist-pumping victoriously when she finally finds what they've been looking for. "Alright, jackpot!" she announces, holding up a mini screwdriver that she had found inside of Ms. Grant's desk. It never would've dawned on her that their science teacher would have one of these on hand, but the two girls have never been ones to look a gift horse in the mouth.

However, Clementine's a little worried that this gift might be for nothing when she spots Max taking out an old camera and snapping pics of the fish tank, and then proceeding to head over towards the old skeleton in the corner. Bemused as she is by seeing a cigarette planted in between the thing's teeth, she's still a little anxious about the two of them wasting time.

"What are you doing?" she asks, watching as Max takes a few steps back in order to achieve the perfect photo op. "In case you haven't noticed, we're kind of on a tight schedule here! What if somebody decides to walk into the building to check on things?"

Knowing that this might be considered cheating, Max places the camera back into her bag and flops the picture around to clear it up before sticking out her hand. Time reverses back about five minutes or so as they can hear the faint voice of Chloe giving them instructions again from the next room.

"I guess this thing isn't all bad," Max comments, even though her head spins almost every time that she uses this gift. Noticing that Clementine's still concerned about everything, and rightfully so, Max tries to focus on the task once again as the two of them exit the hallway. "So… you're sure that this started right when you first saw me? Had you noticed anything strange beforehand?"

"Nothing that even came close to this," Clem mentions as she rubs her face in exhaustion. She, like Kate Marsh, has had quite a few restless nights recently. "I hate not knowing why this is going on… It's driving me nuts! None of this is making any sense to me. I mean, can you even explain what's going on with your rewind power? Could anyone?"

As confused and frightened about these events as Clementine has been, in reality it doesn't even come close to what Max has been experiencing. Even though she's been using it in order to promote wellbeing and do some good deeds (and not so good ones) around town and in school, and has actually connected with a lot more people as a result, Max has actually never felt more alone in the universe. Less a gift and more of a burden for which she has to bear, Max can't help but feel estranged from those around her. Nobody can really understand this because none of them even realize that changes have been made to the timeline, and the girl has had some rather disturbing thoughts as a result of it.

"I've been looking up things relating to this for days on end, and none of them can really explain it," Max admits, suddenly feeling a lot less pumped than she had been before. "Quantum physics, wormholes, chaos theory… hell, I couldn't even find any answers after watching Back to the Future! You know it's bad when Marty McFly can't even help you out…"

Chuckling a little at that, Clementine places her hands in her pockets as she silently listens to the girl open up. For possibly the first time, the two of them are actually starting to let their guard down and are really trying to understand each other a bit better.

"…Chloe is supposed to be dead right now," she reveals out of the blue, causing Clementine to widen her eyes in surprise. "Yeah, that's what I was like, too. Nathan Prescott shot her in the girl's bathroom with a loaded gun right in the chest. That's when I first discovered my time control powers…"

Going over the scenario in her head for a few quiet seconds, Clementine tries to come up with her own conclusions as she stops them a little ways away from the principal's office. "So… does that mean – "

"Chloe might be the reason that I have this in the first place," Max reveals her internal suspicions, glancing at the hallway floor before they both decide to head on inside.

She's left Clementine with a lot to think about as she presents the screwdriver and gets set to work; looking over Chloe a couple of times as she tries to think about what's been going on.

What Max had intentionally left out is that Clem, too, may also have been a trigger for this apparent time-altering ability. Whether it's a super power, a God-given gift, or maybe a little bit of both, one thing is for certain – she's intent on finding out exactly what this all means, and how this could all possibly be connected with her tornado visions that she's been spontaneously having over the past week.

And if her hunch is correct, that random eclipse in the sky the other day along with that freakish snowfall might be just the beginning.


Coughing as the dust kicks up from the small air duct as she crawls inside, Clementine just barely manages to squeeze out the other end as she nearly does a face-plant on the carpet below her. Brushing the dirt off of her clothes and sputtering as she spits out some of the dust and grime, Clem shakes off her feeling of uncleanliness and peeks her vision out through the hole that she just came in through.

Waving to Chloe with a silly grin, she mutters a "told you so" as the punk rocker rolls her eyes. "Just open the damn thing," she remarks, stepping inside the office with Max as they both take a look around. "Whoa… swanky pad he's got in here. But that bronze bird is tacky as hell."

"Agreed," Max acknowledges, though as she glances back towards the doorway, concerned that the big, hulking air conditioner they left on the floor isn't going to look very conspicuous, Max holds out her hand and bends time to her will; watching as Chloe's body moves around while she and Clementine stay perfectly still.

Once the deed has been done, and Chloe is bent down trying to unlock the door from the other side of the door, Clementine chuckles before going to unlock it again.

"Cheater," she mumbles under her breath before letting Chloe back inside, with the girl wondering how in the hell she and Max had just gotten inside without her even noticing a thing. "Try not to think about it too hard, alright? Your brain might start to hurt."

Chloe opens her mouth to say something snarky in return, but decides that it's probably best not to question it and instead heads straight towards Principal Wells' desk; making her comment about the tacky bird again as she sits in the office chair. "Whoa…" she states, leaning back a little bit as she rests her feet up on the desk. "The guy might be a straight-up paranoid asshole, but he certainly has a nice set of furniture. Hey Max, do you think we could – "

"No," she instantly shakes her head as Max giggles and opens one of the filing cabinets. "We're not stealing the chair. Where would we even put something like that?"

"Well, we can just take it on the road with us when we bust out of Arcadia! We're gonna need something to sit on when we get to California, after all."

"Dream on, girlfriend," Max smirks, although her feelings of mirth are extinguished a little bit when she comes across one of the student folders inside of the filing cabinet. "Hey, Clem?" she calls out, purposefully keeping the folder hidden as the girl turns to face her. "Would you be able to go scope out the hallway for a little bit? Chloe and I have got this covered, and we need to make sure nobody's trying to follow us inside."

Chloe, knowing when somebody's trying to get rid of a person after years of experience, quirks an eyebrow as she watches Clementine shrug her shoulders in compliance. Flipping on the computer monitor and scrolling through some of the documents, she waits for Clementine to leave and be out of earshot before grilling her friend for answers.

"Wanna tell me why you're brushing her off?" she asks, not taking her eyes off the screen as she comes across some old info bulletins on Rachel. "I mean, no offense, but I'm pretty sure if you wanted an extra pair of hands on a stakeout, then you probably wouldn't just send them away as soon as we've hit the big score. What's going on in that noggin of yours, Max?"

After about thirty seconds or so of not hearing a reply or anything to indicate that she even heard her, Chloe forces herself to look away from the principal's notes and studies Max instead. The teen's hunched over the filing cabinet and going through it intensely, almost like some sort of detective of some kind. With curiosity getting the better of her, she stands up and hovers behind Max; looking over her shoulder and studying the words on the paper.

"The hell is this? Who's Carver?" Chloe inquires, not recognizing the name or knowing why a letter from this stranger would be sitting in a file folder for Clementine. However, the issues with Max right now seem to be more pressing at the moment, as she appears to be totally spaced out into her own little world. Waving a hand in front of Max's face and realizing that she's totally zonked out, Chloe tries to shake her shoulders and snap her out of it, but comes up completely shorthanded.

All the while, Max has touched and read over the letter about twenty times in her head; focusing all of her attention onto it as she's thrown back to a different time and place altogether. From the newspaper on the counter, it reads that she's travelled back to September 27th, 2013 – just a few weeks prior to Clementine's arrival at Blackwell Academy.

"…The Atlanta Times?" Max reads aloud in confusion. "But… I've never been here! Why the hell would I be in Georgia? Unless…"

Waking up in a strange house with Clementine quickly bounding down the stairs in shock, Max loosens her grip on the newspaper as she suddenly remembers the reason that Clementine had been at Blackwell in the first place.

This is the day that had changed her life forever – the day that both of her parents had been killed.

"…what did you do?" Clementine asks, her hands clenching into fists as her eyes glare at her icily underneath her blue and white ball cap.