Chloe was telling the truth when she said she set up for an investigation. A large peg board leaned against the wall, along with a shit ton of pictures and newspaper clippings.

"This is all the evidence we've gathered over the past three days. Now, I know it has to be connected somehow, but I can't find the correlation. It's almost like we're missing a piece." We sat staring at the board for a few moments, then the world warped around me. I was confused before Max burst from her trance, time returning to normal.

"Chloe, you're back!" She gasped, clinging to the bluenette like a lifeline.

"Woah, down Max! You get one kiss and now you're all over me." Chloe joked, hugging her back.

"I'm just... I'm just... I'm so glad you're here!"

"You sound high, but thanks for the morning grope. Since we were up all night playing 'CSI: Arcadia Bay', I was still spaced out here, trying to put all this info together." Max sat on Chloe's bed in a haze. "Max, did you forget we've gone over this? I hope you weren't messing around with time while I was sleeping." It certainly seemed that way, although the warp was way too short to go back significantly. Chloe didn't remember searching Frank's RV, didn't remember Rachel's betrayal.

"Not anymore. I'm just spaced out, too." She answered. I decided to accept it for the moment, we had more pressing matters. "Let's look at the big board and see all our pieces in the puzzle so far."

She looked over the board for a minute before giving out orders. "So close, yet so far away. We have to do three main things."

"Right. Uh, what things?"

"One, decipher Frank's logbook. Two, get Nathan's phone to find out where he's been during the Vortex Club parties with Kate and Rachel. And see whatever hidden shit he's got in his messages."

"Three, beat step-douche down until he tells us about Frank, Nathan, and the 'Dark Room'. And I do have a gun now." Chloe added quietly.

"Keep it in your pants." I chuckled at that, getting a smack.

"God, you're such a teenage boy." She groaned.

"We'll have to do this on our own."

"Dude, at least let me kick his ass, then rewind...Fine, whatevs, it's your power." Chloe sighed when she saw Max's disapproval.

"Which I can't waste on shit like that. Or Blackwell would be in big trouble." She countered.

"You didn't even let me take that money to pay Frank off."

"And I'm glad. We have to be better than that."

"Yeah, stealing from a handicap fund is a bit more Frank's style." I agreed.

"I know. You should get busy in the garage to see what dirt you can dig up. I'm going to cyberstalk some names and see where that leads or to who." Chloe sat down at her desk, opening her laptop. I didn't think about it until after Max was gone, so I said it to the bluenette.

"Wait, dark room, that's for photography. Did Kate say anything about that?" I asked.

"Wait until Max gets back up here, she talked to her about it." Chloe said.

"Alright." I sighed, getting another beer from the drawer.

"You do realize you can get arrested for even smelling like alcohol, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, says the girl who smokes weed daily." I defended. She looked down when I said that, almost regretfully. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. It was just the first response that came to my head."

"It's alright, I know. Recently you've been one of two people who haven't hurt me." She said.

"Then again, you met me three days ago." I told her.

"Just take the damn complement." She warned.

"Only 'cause it's you who said it." I responded, lying back on the bed.

"Man..." She trailed off.

"What?" I asked.

"I kinda feel bad how much you're trying. I almost feel like giving you a pity kiss." She laughed, taking a sip of her own beer.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, my face heating up.

"Oh come on, it's so obvious you have a crush on me. Just say it and everything will feel better." She promised.

"Alright, fine. Yes I have a crush on you." I admitted.

"Love at first saving-your-ass, right?" She asked.

"You could say that." I said. "And I saved yours first." I challenged.

"Oh really?" She asked.

"I did take a bullet for you." I said, sitting up to look at her. She gave me a 'really' look. "Twice. Max hit the rewind button after I threw my hand out in front of a gun. That's how we figured out we had powers."

"So you found out you had superpowers by taking a bullet for me? Some random girl you didn't know?" She asked, standing and walking up to me.

"Yeah, that sums it up I guess." I answered, taking another drink. She pushed the bottle out of the way and straddled my lap.

"I guess I need to thank you accordingly." She whispered, getting closer. Our lips barely grazed each other when the door opened, Max carrying a file. Chloe got up awkwardly and sat back in her chair.

"You guys ready to go? We've got all we need here." Max asked, dodging the obvious.

"Yeah, let's go hit Nathan's dorm. I think it's high time this fucker goes down for good." We left and drove back to school. Passersby would think the devil possessed us three by the identical evil grins we wore, and the glint in our eyes. We were barely inside when the last person I wanted to see came up to us.

"Hey, Max. Nick. How you doing?"

"Oh, hi, Mister Jefferson. I'm okay. Um, and this is our... friend Chloe." Max introduced.

"Yo." Chloe said casually.

"Chloe, why isn't someone as cool as you going to Blackwell?"

"I was way too cool for this school. It's a long story. In actual files here." She sounded like a museum tour guide.

"I can imagine. Are you two sure that you're alright?" He asked again.

"It's weird just being on campus, like everything's normal."

"I know. Lame as it sounds, life has to go on." Jefferson sighed.

"I think there's too much going on in my life." Max said.

"On that note, Blackwell duty calls. Remember, I'm going to announce the winner of the 'Everyday Heroes' contest tonight at the party, so I hope you'll be there to celebrate. Even though I'm sorry you didn't enter a photo, I understand your reasons. You can't force an artist to work." Jefferson dodged Max's statement.

"I feel like a total loser, but it's been a hard week to focus. No pun intended."

"I'm proud of you for caring so much about a troubled friend. And I take hope in the fact that you have plenty of time to find your way. Just... get in the habit of putting your work out there." He suggested.

"Thanks, Mister Jefferson. We'll definitely be there tonight."

"Me too. I'll be Nick's date. You better dance with us at least once." Chloe butted in.

"Nobody should have to see me dance. Plus, you don't want to watch the old hipster trying to keep up with the kids, I have some pride. Be seeing you."

"Yes, you will." Chloe said.

"The fuck was that all about?" I asked, just getting shrugs from the girls. We continued on, having a mission to uphold.

"Were you flirting with Mister Jefferson?" I asked as we walked into the courtyard.

"Don't start over analyzing things, tough guy. He's way too old for me." Chloe reassured. We continued through into the dorms with minimal witnesses, thank God. Chloe stood guard at the door, keeping an eye out for Nathan.

"He's over here, room one eleven." I said, pointing. I tried the door, of course it was locked. I body slammed the poor door a couple times then snapped, the hinges coming loose and dropping the door to the floor.

"Look for anything unusual." I said, looking through the books. Max shuffled through the papers on his desk and coffee table.

"Like scrape marks?" Max asked, gesturing to the couch. I came over and investigated the lines cut into the floor from repeated dragging. I pulled the left side out, Max grabbing the object taped to the back. A black phone that was way too expensive rested in her palm. We came back out and went to Chloe as she glared out the window.

"Damn, you're finally back. I got worried. So, what did you find?"

"His room was clean and... creepy. Check this out." She said, handing her the phone.

"Boom, Nathan! We got you by the balls, fucker." Chloe exclaimed in joy. The door suddenly flung open behind me.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." I muttered to myself, turning around to see a furious Prescott.

"What are you doing in my dorm?!" He shouted, stomping towards us. "You're such a nosy bitch, Max!" We backed away.

"Stop right there, Nathan!" Max warned.

"Make me, ho!" He dared. He took a step closer, and We sprung into action. Chloe grabbed him by the shoulders while I beat him senseless, of course having no effect on him. Warren suddenly came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground, beginning to pound his face in.

"Max, I got this!" Warren yelled.

"Get the fuck outta my face!" Nathan shouted, Warren headbutting him in response. "You are so fucking dead!" Nathan pulled out his gun, and I was about to go in, but Warren quickly kicked it out of his hand then kicked him in the stomach. "Get off me, brah!" Nathan was begging at that point, though Warren continued. Max was about to step in, but I stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. We all needed that, despite how terrible it was to watch.

"You like to hurt people, huh? Like Max? Like Kate? Like me? Huh? Feel this, motherfucker!" Warren was back to punching his face in, and I had to smile slightly.

"Get... off me... Please... please stop!" Nathan begged pathetically.

"He's down! Hey, come on." Max steered Warren away from Nathan's whimpering form, clutching his skull.

"Stop. Sorry." He kept muttering, sobbing.

"Yes, we have to go!" Chloe said as she took the gun from the floor. She paused before leaning down to Nathan. "Who's the bitch now?" She asked with enough venom to kill the bastard.

"Chloe!" Max protested. I almost followed her lead, but decided against it. The security camera spoke for itself.