When Max wasn't pacing around the apartment, she was sitting on various bits of furniture, bouncing her leg nervously. She still couldn't quite get over what happened earlier that day. Chloe and Rachel were giving her space, but did occasionally keep glancing at her in concern. At one point, Rachel brought over Max a cup of tea, saying nothing. Max simply thanked her and said nothing else back. After a while, Max figured the best way to help would be to ring her parents. "They deserve to know what's going on." She sighed. She pulled out her cellphone and rang her dad. She didn't want her mom to freak out, as she often did. Her dad was generally a lot calmer and more methodical about these situations.

"Hey dad." Max said after her dad answered.

"Hi honey!" Ryan Caulfield's voice rang out through the phone. He sounded cheerful, and that made Max feel guilty. "How are you doing?"

"I'm… alright." Max lied. "How are you?"

"I'm pretty good! I've had the house to myself this weekend so I just sat around watching TV." He paused. "You didn't see it but I winked."

Max giggled. She forgot how goofy her dad could be sometimes. She suddenly realised how much she missed her parents. "Where's Mom?"

"She's up babysitting two boys about half an hour's drive away. I thought it best not to bother her cause apparently they're a handful."

"That's nice."

"Yeah she rang me last night after the boys went to sleep. She seemed quite upset. The younger boy was very sweet, although a little loud. The older boy was a lot more reserved, but he tended to yell and talk back a lot. He gets upset quite easily, apparently." Ryan coughed. "But then I don't blame him. His mother ran out on them shortly after his brother was born, and it has taken quite a toll on him."

"Shit. That's awful."

"Keeps mumbling about wanting to leave 'Shithole Lame Avenue.' His words, not mine, and certainly not your mothers."

Max laughed. "Well, I'm glad those boys will definitely have a nice mother figure, even for only one weekend."

"Me too, Max. Me too." He hesitated. "So uh, how's it being back in the Old Bay?"

"A little too exciting, apparently." Max sighed.

"Shit, exciting? In Arcadia Bay?" Ryan laughed. "Surely you must tell me."

"Well, I'm living with Chloe and Rachel, as you well know. And that's been a lot of fun." Max gulped, realising today was her only memory of it.

"Of course it has." Ryan laughed. "How are they?"

"They're good." Max nodded. "Chloe's got a job at the diner, and she's doing an internship at the local mechanics on the side."

"Shit, Chloe Price the gearhead. Who'da thought?"

"She wants to get into art, too." Max laughed. "Says she got it from me."

"Oh God I don't think I could handle two esteemed artists in my family."

Max smiled. She found it so touching that Ryan saw Chloe as his own family. "Rachel wants to be a model, but she hasn't found a decent photographer yet. 'Nothing can beat your photos', she said to me."

"What about the guy from Blackwell? Your teacher? Jefferson, I think his name is."

Max's heart thumped in her chest and she gulped. "Uh, I think she tried, but he's quite busy with teaching as well as other projects. I think she's just freelancing until she can afford a professional photographer."

"Well, wish her luck for me, alright?"

"Will do."

"I'm glad you called, Max. It's nice to hear from you again."

"Me too, Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

"Dad, wait! Don't hang up yet."

"I wasn't going to." Ryan laughed. "But go on."

"Something… bizarre happened today. I'm still quite shaken up about it."

"Figured there'd be something." Ryan coughed. "Sorry. That was mean. Please, tell me what happened."

Max exhaled deeply. "Okay. So Chloe, Rachel, and I all went to this convenience store today to buy some things, and I spotted an armed robber walking in."

"An armed- Holy shit, Max. Are you okay?" Ryan's voice changed, and Max could tell he immediately switched to Protective Dad mode.

"I'm fine, no-one was hurt. Chloe and I beat his ass down and called the cops."

"Max, I… that was very brave." Ryan sniffed. "I'm so proud of you."

"But that's not even the end of it. After we left, I saw a car speeding around this corner, headed straight for this girl. I managed to push her out of the way in time. Turns out she goes to Blackwell and knew Chloe and Rachel."

"My Supermax! Saving the day." Ryan called out. Max could practically hear the beam spread across his face. "I can't believe it. You saved the lives of so many people today, you know that?"

"I know, thanks Dad. I'm just… really scared. That's a lot to go through, and I needed to talk to someone about it. Other than Chloe and Rachel, who are also pretty shaken up too."

"God, I can imagine. Well, thank you for telling me this honey. Your Mom and I…" He hesitated. "We've felt like... in these past few years… you haven't been very communicative. It's very nice to feel like you trust us again."

Max gulped. She knew that during time jumps, especially through photos, she would seem particularly dazed to everyone else, but this made her feel awful. "Of course, Dad. That will never change."

"I sure do hope so. You should get some rest, honey. You've had a very intense day today, and you're gonna have a very intense day tomorrow."

"No doubt." Max gritted her teeth.

"Max?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember? Sometime last year? When you broke your arm?"

Max instinctively rubbed her arms. "Not… really?"

"Really? Would have thought you did. Anyway, you were sledding down the hill near our house with your friend Joey."

"Oh! Yeah! Ouch. That really hurt." Max hoped her feign was convincing.

"Ha! It was funny. You came home and said your arm was kinda sore. You had no idea it was broken."

"God, I do remember the hospital, but that's about it."

"Joey was great. She really helped you out."

"Y-Yeah! She came to visit a couple times I think. Brought me flowers." Max guessed.

"You wanted to throw them away!" Ryan laughed.

"No I did not!" Max replied. "I just… would have preferred chocolates." She mumbled.

"Let's face it, who wouldn't?"

"How..." Max gulped. "How is Joey?"

"You haven't talked to her?"

"Not since I left, no."

"Jeez Max, and after you were on at us about Chloe."

"Chloe's different."

"Is she?"

Max said nothing. Max pondered for a moment. Keeping her dad on speaker, she used her phone to look at her social media, and from there she found Joey's profile. Her profile picture was a selfie of her and Max, clearly taken with Max's polaroid. She was tall and had long red hair. Her smile was twice as wide as Max's. Max immediately felt guilty. They must have been good friends - and Max couldn't even remember her. Max continued to scroll through her photos, noticing the massive change in both her looks and confidence over time.

"Anyway, didn't mean to make you feel guilty. She's doing fine. I ran into her the other day, She's changed so much. Those hormones definitely did their magic."

"That they did. She looks like a totally different person."

"She's grown into a beautiful young woman. Just like you have."

Max shed a tear. "Thanks Dad. But why did you bring that up?"

"It's just that… during that time… you hardly talked to us. It seemed like you couldn't wait to get out of Seattle. I wanted to remind me of what you had here."

Max started crying. "I miss you guys so much. I haven't been the greatest daughter and it's not fair that-"

"Max, stop." Ryan said. "We miss you too. You've been the best daughter a father could ask for. You've also been a great friend. To all your friends in Seattle, and to all your friends in Arcadia Bay. Joey misses you terribly, as did Chloe while you were with us in Seattle.."

"I promise I'll write to her."

"Even a simple text would do."

"You were able to wait 5 years without even a simple text." Chloe's voice rang through Max's mind. That memory seemed it like it happened a thousand years ago.

"Yes." Max said after a brief hesitation. "Of course. That's a good idea."

"I'll talk to you later. Do get some sleep, alright? I love you, sweetheart."

"I will get some rest, Dad. And I love you too. Goodbye."

"Bye, Max." He hung up.

Max sighed and scrolled through her contacts, trying to see if she could find Joey.

"How is he?" Chloe asked, bringing another cup of tea, that Max gratefully took.

"He's doing well." Max nodded. "Mom's babysitting some 'troubled boys', apparently."

"Since when are boys not trouble?" Chloe smirked.

Max laughed. "How's Rachel?"

"She's having a nap. Or a meltdown in her room. Either way, not gonna disturb her."

"And either way, I can't blame her."

Chloe looked at Max for a brief moment before speaking. "And… how are you doing?"

"Better." Max nodded. "Still quite shaken up, but calling my dad certainly did help."

Chloe looked sad for a second, then shook her head. "That's good, at least. And your dad's right. You should rest."

"It was weird, he was telling me about this friend I had in Seattle."

"Oh yeah?" Chloe sat on the couch next to Max.

"I feel so awful, I don't even know who she is. I have no memory of her. But she looks super cool, someone I definitely would have gotten along with. But I don't know her!" Max sobbed and put her head in her hands.

"That was out of your control." Chloe said soothingly, putting her arm around Max's shoulder. "There's no way of knowing your power would send you forward three years in time."

"I know, but... " Max trailed off. "I have to talk to her at some point, like I did for you. But what do I say?"

"Just… be super vague." Chloe said. "I know that's not super helpful, but this is a unique situation."

"Putting it mildly." Max mumbled.

"Give her a call. Right now." Chloe said. "The words will come to you, I know they will." Chloe looked up at the ceiling. "Heh, if worse comes to worst, you can always rewind, right?"

"I think we've both had enough of that for today."

"You're not kidding. Anyway, I'm gonna go see what Rachel's doing. You make that call."

"Chloe, can-" She stopped.

"Yes, Max?"

"Can you stay here, just for a bit?"

"Of course." Chloe smiled. "Tell you what, I'll get a blanket from my room, and we can sit and watch Blade Runner. After you make that phone call."

"Surefire way to get me to go sleep, right?" Max chuckled. "That would be wonderful."

Max could hear Chloe whispering to Rachel, and a few minutes they both came in with blankets. Rachel was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and underwear. Clearly she had been napping.

"How you doing, Rach?"

"Better than you, Supermax." Rachel grimaced. "We've all had a rough day. A movie would be nice."

"Blade Runner?" Chloe smiled.

"Oh yes! Absolutely! We haven't watched that movie in ages."

"I thought you didn't like it."

"Well, I didn't before I met you."

Chloe turned away, failing to hide her flushed cheeks. Rachel giggled.

"I gotta make a phone call first." Max said.

"Yes! You should. Do it. Now." Chloe ordered.

"Sure thing, mom." Max rolled her eyes. She found Joey's number and called it.

"Max!" A loud and cheery voice rang through the phone, causing Max to recoil slightly.

"Hey, Joey." Max mumbled. "How are you doing?"

"Woah, so formal!" Joey laughed. Her voice was odd. Quite sharp and heavily accented."

"Shut up!" Max giggled. "Actually don't. Your voice sounds wonderful!"

Chloe and Rachel started making "ooh!" noises in the background and Max shushed them.

"I know right? I'm so happy about it! I've been working on it for a couple months now, and I think it's finally starting to improve."

"Certainly different to how I remember it." Max tried her best to sound nice.

"Ugh, don't remind me about that."

"Sorry."

"Max, you apologise too much. Glad to see not everything changes."

"Sor-" Max stopped herself. "You almost got me!"

"Oh, dang it!" Joey laughed. "It's really good to hear from you again, Max. I was a bit worried when you hadn't said anything for a month."

"Y-yeah, I am sorry about that." Max sighed. "It's been hella hectic lately. Especially today."

"Hella? You still say that? Damn girl it's not 2009 anymore!"

"Shut up! I like saying hella. You know why." Max said slyly.

"Oh shit you're living with her now, aren't you?"

"Hella yeah." Max smirked.

"Ew. Girl, you're gonna make me projectile VOMIT. Anyway, how's it living with two fucking girlfriends? You're hogging all the good stuff, Caulfield."

Max giggled. "You sound like Chloe."

"Isn't that why we're friends?" Joey said smugly. "Uh Joey you're just like Chloe! So tall and sexy with great hair~" She did a poor imitation of Max's voice.

"Oh, grow up."

"If I did, you wouldn't be able to reach the top of my head, shorty."

"What about you?"

"God I don't even want to THINK about dating just yet." Joey huffed. "It ended badly."

"Oh shit, really?" Max asked.

"Yeah. She totally blew me off, we said nasty shit to each other, and now she's god knows where. Anyway. Enough sad shit. You said your day was hectic, so please tell."

"Well, I managed to stop both an armed robbery and a hit and run, only a few minutes apart from each other."

"Jesus Christ, Max!" Joey cried. "When you said 'hectic', I thought meant like, homework or some shit."

"Well, you know me, haha." Max said. "Living life on the edge."

"Okay, Supermax." Joey said dryly. "Shit, did your head hurt?"

"So she does know…" Max thought. "Hmm."

"Yeah, my nose bled too. Badly. Mostly because the robber punched me in the face, but also, you know."

"Believe me, I do." Joey sighed. "You were devastated that you couldn't rewind breaking your fucking right arm cause you couldn't move it."

"Shit, yeah." Max said. "Guess I gotta get better at predicting shit, huh?"

"Just… don't overexert yourself. Get some rest. I have to go anyway."

"Funny, both Chloe and my dad said the same."

"Well they are smart people, just like me." Joey giggled. "Talk to you later, Max."

"Good to hear from you, again. Bye Joey." Max said before she hung up. She sighed and leaned back on the couch. Chloe and Rachel sat down on either side of her, with blankets and cups of hot chocolate.

"There you go, Max!" Chloe said as she handed Max a hot chocolate. "I told you the words would come to you."

"It's weird, I felt like I'd known her forever, but I don't know anything about her."

"I looked her up. Looks hella cute. And so do you in that photo."

"She reminds me a lot of you, actually."

"Then I'm surprised you didn't fall helplessly in love with her."

"I probably did." Max smirked.

"Oh no I'm soooo jealous!" Chloe said sarcastically, waving her hands in front of her.

"Can we watch the movie now? I would like to go back to sleep." Rachel yawned.

"Oh shut up." Chloe said, but turned on the TV and started the movie.

"Man your TV is ancient." Rachel said.

"David wanted a new one, so Joyce said I could have the old one. This thing is like, older than me."

"Sure looks it."

"Ok, rich girl."

Rachel pouted and sipped her hot chocolate. "Let's just watch the movie." She grumbled.

"Old married couple over here." Max said slyly.

"Being in a relationship with us means you're also a part of this, tiny." Chloe smirked.

"Hey! I'm not that short." Max huffed.

"Anyway. That's enough bullying my wonderful girlfriends for one afternoon. Let's enjoy the movie."

Not ten minutes into the movie, all three were asleep, with Chloe and Rachel's heads resting on Max's shoulders.

WOOSH! CRACK! BOOM!

"I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation."

"Let's Go Ape!"

"Why don't you go fuck your selfie?"

"What are you hiding there, girlie?"

"Oh boo hoo, I'm sorry you're a viral slut. I'm sure she had fun."

"Max, I'm in a nightmare and I can't wake up. Unless I put myself to sleep."

"Just another person who shits all over me!"

"Rachel in the Dark Room, Rachel in the Dark room… over and over."

"Aha! You can't hide from me forever!"

"All you have to do is crank up the IV to eleven."

"You? YOU'RE ALL DEAD!"

"WHAT KIND OF WORLD DOES THIS!? WHO DOES THIS!?"

"Nathan has been creeping me out lately. He's not here and I haven't seen him."

"STUPID BITCH! You just don't get it, do you?"

WOOSH! CRACK! BOOM!

"No!" Max cried. "Why is this happening? Why am I reliving all these memories?" She could feel the wind and rain pelting at her face. She wanted to scream.

But the voices still wouldn't stop.

"Armed robber kills three people in convenience store…"

"Teenage woman killed in hit and run…"

"Prescott son commits suicide…"

"Professional photographer and teacher Mark Jefferson arrested for possession of illicit drugs…"

"Blackwell photography students reported missing…"

"Amber…"

"Price…"

"Caulfield…"

" It's not time yet."

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Max screamed as she woke up, her head colliding with Chloe and Rachel's as she was jolted upwards.

"Ow, fuck!" Chloe and Rachel said in tandem.

Max was sweating and breathing heavily. "Holy shit. That was awful, I-" She leaned back and took a deep breath. "Chloe, Rachel…"

"Shit." Chloe mumbled as she paused the movie.

"We're here, Max. What happened?" Rachel asked.

"I just had the most awful nightmare." Max explained. "I was reliving all of these awful memories from that stupid fucking week, and then there were all these news headlines of shit I used my power to stop happening…" Max felt her head hurt, and blood started streaming from her nose.

"Max, you're not just screwing around with time." Chloe said. "I can't expect you to stop, but…"

"You have to be careful, Max." Rachel placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We all do."

Max nodded. "I know. There's just so much shit happening, and Jefferson is still a threat."

"We have tomorrow, right?" Chloe asked.

Max shook her head. "That's what the dream was telling me- tomorrow is too early."

"So, when? What do we do?" Rachel asked.

"We just… wait. I guess." Max shrugged. "Make sure people at Blackwell stay away from him, somehow. I don't think he'll try anything until he's established a good rapport with his class and fellow staff."

"All of the teachers love him, though. Except David, obviously."

"'Never trust a man with a goatee.'" Max laughed. "David's words."

"Oh yeah, he did say that about him." Chloe chuckled. "So, how do we deal with Nathan?"

"Avoid him, for starters. Keep an eye on him from a distance." Max explained. "Rachel, when we need him, you'll have to be the one to collect him. He's more likely to trust you than us."

Rachel nodded.

"I can probably get closer to Victoria, because of what happened today. And I will definitely stay close to Kate Marsh. We can't let that poor girl suffer the way she did in my timeline."

"No way in hell." Chloe shook her head.

"And when we're ready, we'll corner Jefferson. He'll be right where we need him to be."

"I hope that bastard pays for what he did."

"Oh he will." Max looked up at the ceiling. "Hear that, Jefferson? When the time comes, we'll be coming for you."