A/N: Yeah, I know it's short, but it doesn't fit in the next chapter, and it certainly didn't fit in the last chapter.
MAX TWO
Somewhere, in this infinite moment of joy, a consciousness awoke in darkness and nothingness.
It didn't take long to realize upon regaining awareness that something was very wrong.
Screaming would have been a good option, but it wasn't an option, as I wasn't currently occupying a body.
Suddenly, I understood.
I understood what Jeb had done. Done to me, to save his precious real Max.
Again, screaming would have been nice.
Screaming with no air from no lips into nothingness would have been better than simply existing as a mind, as a thought, as nothing but a blip on a thought wave monitor in an underused, plain, white building in a top-secret, highly illegal facility in the middle of the desert.
