After my phone call with Kate finished, Chloe and I left the Diner. She was still a little peeved at me for choosing to take five minutes out of my time to speak with Kate, but at least now she somewhat understood. I can understand why she's upset with me for not staying in contact, but I reiterate that she didn't contact me either. Anyway, after she received whatever it was that she was looking for from her truck, we both hopped into my car and I drove us off. Aside from directing where I should go, Chloe hardly spoke to me throughout the ride.

It was about a half hour long drive, with music blaring and emotions swelling, before we arrived at the destination Chloe had in mind; a junkyard called American Rust. Old cars, including a school bus, a boat, tires, barrels, cable drums, all manner of junk was laid to rest here. There was also a shack-like construct that I'd wager Chloe hung around in often, and what looked like a bonfire spot for parties.

"American Rust." Chloe told me as we got out of the car. "My home away from hell." She announced dryly, throwing her arms out as I locked my car.

"Are you still pissed about earlier?" I asked with an exasperated sigh. She didn't answer, just walked on in. "How much more are you going to get pissed at me this week then, eh?" I asked in annoyance, jogging to catch up to her.

"Dude, I'm upset with how you ripped me a new one, but I'm not pissed." She assured me. "Anymore…" She added in a grumble when she thought I couldn't hear. We stopped in around the center of the yard. "Welcome to my domain." She said with a dramatic bow.

"Rough and raw; apropos." I said dryly.

"Damon, do you know how awesome this is?" Chloe asked, walking up to me. "I get my best friend back, and he's supersized!" She said with a wide grin.

"Well, I'm only about as tall as you, so I don't know about supersized." I deadpanned, earning a small laugh. "Not to mention, we don't know how long this little gift of mine will last." I said, frowning at my right hand.

"Exactly why it's time to have fun." She said, taking a swig of the beer she'd brought with her. Grinning, she whipped out the gun she stole from David.

"Listen, David may be douche-canoe, but stealing his gun may not have been the wisest move." I told her. From the way she's holding it, it's obvious she doesn't know how to use it. "It seems everyone is armed in Arcadia these days." I noted.

"Only those who shouldn't be." Chloe responded, striking a pose with the gun. "Like Step-dildo. Until now that is." She added, grinning.

"Let the revolution begin." I remarked blankly.

"You are the revolution D." She told me, swigging her beer again. "Which is why we should figure out how to best use and abuse your power with a test." She said eagerly.

"You really think I didn't experiment?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. I actually did.

There was the question as to whether or not I keep what I'm holding when I rewind, which I do, but that was predictable. Whatever I'm holding doesn't return to where it was before I picked it up and rewound, like the food I was eating in the diner. I've also confirmed that injuries I've sustained will not heal when I rewind, so I have to be careful there. If I take something out of my drawer and place it on my desk, it will appear back in the drawer after I rewind. Finally, if I toss or throw something out of the window and then rewind, it will return to me, not unlike a Jedi retrieving his/her lightsaber.

"Experiment huh?" Chloe asked with a suggestive eyebrow raised.

"Oh hardy-har-har." I rolled my eyes. "Just tell me what you want." I told her with an impatient sigh. She laughed at me.

"I just want to see what my oh-so-awesome-and-handsome-superhero friend can do." She said with a pleading smile.

"Flattered though I may be..." I started, following up by placing a hand on top of my head. "Flattened I will not, in order for you to get the laugh." I told her. She laughed and sipped her beer again. I'm glad I didn't let her drive…

"Drink?" She offered, holding the bottle out.

"Ugh." I belched. "That American stuff awful." I cringed as she drank more. "I prefer whiskey. Irish or Scotch." I told her.

"Strong stuff eh?" She asked with an appreciative smile. I rolled my eyes. "You're loss. Can you find five bottles while I prep the shooting range?" She asked, grinning.

"Sure." I rolled my eyes again. Of course she'll take the easy job while I have to run around this entire yard to find bottles. Classic Chloe. Heh, alliteration. "One question, why didn't you bring that gun with you when you went to confront Nathan?" I asked of her with a raised eyebrow.

"I forgot it in the truck." She shrugged. I gave her a blank stare. "What?" She asked defensively.

"You were going to blackmail Nathan fucking Prescott, a guy who drugged you, and you forgot your only defense in your truck." I sighed in exasperation, facepalming. "It's a wonder you haven't been killed already." I shook my head.

"Well I…" She trailed off, not know what to say. She was utterly stumped. "Just find the bottles Smartass." She grumbled, making me chuckle in amusement.

"Alright Blue's Clues." I grinned, seeing her glare at me for the nickname. Fun fact; when we were children, Chloe LOVED Blue's Clues. "Oh, FYI, beer and guns is never a good combo." I said as I walked.

"What can I say? I'm hella fuckin insane in the brain."

No arguments here.

Whilst Chloe did her job, I got to work on mine. I found the first bottle quick enough; it was resting on the hood of an old crashed car. I wonder of Chloe thinks of William when she sees these cars? The next bottle was stacked on top of an old refrigerator, which was balanced on top of a large wooden box. I had to rewind to prevent the bottle from smashing when it fell over. The next one I found at the bonfire place I mentioned earlier.

The fourth bottle was a little trickier to get to. I had to use a large plank to get onto the old fishing boat that was there. There was a small table with several beer cans and an ashtray on it, so I'd wager Chloe and Rachel hung here often enough. There was also a bottle there, so that made four. One more to go. I took in the sight around me from the boat for a little longer before hopping down.

The last bottle I found inside that shack/shed that I mentioned, and I was right about Chloe and Rachel hanging out in there. There was graffiti, posters, pizza boxes, beer bottles and cans, and a crap load of other stuff. Some of it even hurt to find. Chloe and Rachel had made each other friendship bracelets, something Chloe and I never did when we were children. Admittedly, it's more of a girl's thing, but I digress. There was a small collection of photo-booth pictures of the two of them. I sadly realised how easily that could have been me with Chloe in the pictures. I even found a mix tape CD that Chloe apparently made for Rachel, full of her favourite songs I'd wager.

I even found a true-blue, honest to God, make-up kit. I cannot see Chloe playing with makeup. Then again, she never did so with me mainly because I'm a boy. Is it at all possible that Rachel was closer to Chloe than I was, simply because she was a girl? All those years I thought it didn't matter. Chloe and I were attached at the hip the moment we met in day care, and grew up seeing each other almost every day. We used to bathe together. Hell, we were showering together even after puberty started. To us, the difference in gender was just a minor, insignificant detail. At least, it was to me. Maybe Chloe thought otherwise.

Shaking my head, I decided to leave this little shed before my thoughts get any darker. I'd rather avoid another emo phase, so I exited the small construct. As I was about to head back to Chloe, something caught my eye that made me freeze.

A wolf.

Not just any wolf mind you, this was the exact same coal black wolf from my vision.

I decided Chloe could wait for a moment. I wanted to see what this wolf was up to. As it looked at me with those same intelligent, crimson eyes from the vision, it walked off, calmly and slowly, as if beckoning me to follow. My eyes might have been playing tricks on me, but I could have sworn the wolf was transparent there briefly, not unlike a ghost. The photographer in me shouted to take a photo, and I had to agree. What does Jefferson always say? Always take the shot. Wise words to live by for a photographer. So, I quickly brought out my camera and snapped a photo. As soon as it printed, however, I was incredibly confused.

The snap seemed to have sent the wolf sprinting off, so I could still see it, but for some reason, the camera couldn't. The wolf didn't appear on the photograph, like a vampire looking in the mirror. That is strange. Really hella strange. Fuck! Curse you Chloe! Shaking my head, I pocketed the camera and strode off back towards my blue haired friend. I can think about that wolf later. Right now, I want to hang with Chloe.

As I headed back towards her, I suddenly got a text from Warren.

Warren: She said yes!
Warren: I'm going to the drive-in with Brooke!
Damon: Good. You live another day without laxatives.
Warren: Thank fuck.
Damon: That may change depending on how much of a pussy you are on the date.
Warren: What?
Warren: Please don't…
Damon: Perhaps if you actually kiss her…
Warren: You can't be serious!
Warren: Damon?
Warren: Answer me please!
Warren: D…
Warren: I'm scared…

I grinned widely. Warren is a great friend and an awesome guy to hang with, but he's also ridiculously fun to mess with. He doesn't even realise I don't even have laxatives to slip into his food. Honestly, it's all in good fun, he knows this, but it's also to push him and Brooke together. Brooke's stubborn enough to keep her eyes on me until either I'm with someone, or someone else comes onto her. If Warren doesn't do something, she's going to keep waiting for me to make a move, or for an opportunity to make a move herself. That won't be good for anyone, hence why I'm urging(Read: blackmailing/threatening) Warren into asking her out.

Let's just hope it works for them.

"Here you go." I said, handing Chloe the bottles. She grinned at me, having finished her 'shooting range,' which was really just an elevated plank that we placed the bottles on in a horizontal line.

"And one more for the road." She said, finishing off the beer she held, for a total of six bottles on the plank. They all had around equal space between them. "We're gonna shoot all of these bottles without wasting a single bullet." she told me, holding up the gun.

"You're holding it wrong." I told her, gaining her attention. "This isn't a 44 Magnum Chloe, it's a low-caliber M-10. You don't need to clutch it so tightly." I said, taking the gun from her and demonstrating. I held the gun out with one hand, my free hand resting around it, to keep the leverage at a maximum. "First of all, don't lean back like you were." I told her. "Do not keep your trigger finger around the trigger or trigger guard, and make sure the very middle of your finger's top digit pulls on the trigger." I said, relaxing my stance. "Also, keep your hand high on the backstrap." I told her, gesturing to the backstrap on the handle. "It's there for a reason, so put your shooting hand as high up on the backstrap as possible." I told her, handing the gun back. She looked at me, surprised.

"How do you know all this?" She asked.

"My grandfather taught me." I shrugged. "Now, are we shooting, or talking?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Shooting." She gave a light laugh, aiming the gun at the first bottle, adjusting her stance as I had instructed her. Very good. "Tell where to aim." She said.

"I need to see you shoot before I rewind." I told her. Nodding slightly, she shot.

And that's how our tiny little gun adventure started. As she shot, and missed, I would rewind and tell her how to adjust her aim. First bottle, she missed it by about a centimeter to the left, so I rewound and told her to adjust her aim a minute amount to the right. As she destroyed the bottle, she let out a whoop of excitement. Despite the fact that I didn't really like her idea of fun here, I must admit that I enjoyed seeing her so happy and excited. As we moved on to the second bottle, she aimed a little too high, so as you might guess, rewound and told her to aim a little lower.

Things got interesting after that.

Chloe wanted to up the ante a little bit, so we started going for different targets, with me rewinding if it was too tame or something bad happened. Chloe actually shot herself by accident, the bullet having ricocheted off of the bumper of an old junker we shot. I quickly rewound, trying not to have a panic attack at the sight of her bleed from her chest. Again. Anyway, she tried shooting a computer monitor next, no interesting results, so I rewound there. Same with a wooden plank.

We finally wrapped things up as I told her to shoot the wheel of the very same junker from before.

"Adios spinning wheel of death!" Chloe said dramatically, shooting the wheel. The bullet set the junker off balance, and it slid down, destroying the remaining bottles, before doing a full forward flip and landing right in front of us. "Ubercool!" Chloe grinned as we high fived and fist bumped. "I cannot believe this is for reals!" She whooped. "My best friend is a superhero!" As she said that, I suddenly felt a familiar headache. "Ok, now it's your turn to bust a cap." She told me, holding the gun out for me to take. I would have obliged, if I hadn't been suddenly struck by a random dizzy spell. "D?" She asked, suddenly worried. "Your mouth." She said. I did indeed taste blood on my tongue again, like before at the Diner.

"Chloe… I don't feel so hot…" I mumbled, my vision blurring. I barely heard Chloe calling out my name as everything went black.

XXX

I see it… The tornado. That fucking tornado that haunts my dreams.

Why? Why is it coming here? To Arcadia Bay?

Why am I being burdened with this horrible premonition?

Is it real?

Is it fake?

Are the people of my town, my home, going to be killed?

How am I supposed to fucking handle this?

Do I have to save the town?

How can I do that?

How do I save my home?

How do I save the people I care about?

Kate…

Warren…

Brooke…

Dana…

Juliet…

Joyce...

Chloe…

Can I save them?

Do I deserve anything if I can't?

XXX

"Damon?" Chloe's voice spoke as my eyes slowly fluttered open. I was laying down on my back, on the hood of a car, with my head in Chloe's lap as she sat up on said car hood. "You're awake. You had me worried there." She said as I sat up, groaning with a hand on my head. "You feeling any better?" She asked of me.

"I think so." I groaned, the headache still pounding in my head. "Just a moment." I told her.

"To much action for Arcadia?" She asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Perhaps, or perhaps not enough." I returned with a wry smile. "Regardless of how stupid this is, it is rather fun being here with you again." I told her sincerely.

"Same here." She gave a small smile, laying back on the car hood. "Let me know when you feel up and at em again." She said, grabbing the gun and pointing it up towards the sky. I wondered what was going through her head at the time. Nonetheless, I saw an awesome photo op. So, I got a good angle on her, and took a photo, one showing Chloe on laying on the car hood, pointing the gun towards the sky, with the sun shining down on her side. It was a good shot.

"Well, well, if it isn't Bonnie and Clyde." A new voice spoke. I quickly turned to face the newcomer. He was an older guy, short dirty blond hair, and a visible tattoo on his neck. He gave the impression of a sketchy, lying, loser, bordering on the creepy. Clearly, he knows Chloe.

"What do you want Frank?" Chloe spat in disdain.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your bonding time." 'Frank' gave a mock polite smile alongside the sarcastic apology. "Playing with guns, just like me your age." He said with a smirk.

"We are nothing alike." Chloe hissed.

"We weren't playing, I was teaching her how to use a gun." I said, crossing my arms. He turned his attention to me.

"So, hangin with pommies now, eh Chloe?" He asked in a drawl. "And to correct you, we do have something in common; we both need money." He crossed his arms, glaring. "In fact, you need it so bad, you owe me a shit load." He continue.

"This is the guy you owe?" I asked, giving Chloe a 'Really?' look. Who in their right mind borrows money from a guy like this? Don't answer, rhetorical.

"That's right, and she better cough up soon." He said, pointing at her. Suddenly, Chloe noticed something, and her face turned to one of anger.

"Where did you get that bracelet?" She demanded, a hard glare on her face.

"A friend, and it's none of your goddamned business." Frank glared back. "You're my business. And now you're-"

"That's Rachel's bracelet!" Chloe exclaimed in anger. "Why the fuck do you have it?" She all but yelled.

"It was a gift, calm down." Frank growled. Pot, kettle, have you met?

"You fucking stole that shit, give it back!" Chloe screamed, reaching for the bracelet. Frank stopped her as he pulled out his switchblade.

"You better step back right now." He growled. "Do you want me to cut you, bitch?" He threatened. I acted on instinct.

"Gah! Son of a bitch!" Frank yelled as a loud bang resounded through the air. He clutched his hand as pain struck it, dropping his blade. Chloe quickly grabbed it as they both turned to face me. They saw me aiming my Desert Eagle at Frank.

"Think about your next move very carefully Frank." I said darkly, my eyes narrow. "This thing is loaded with rubber bullets, but they can still be lethal if shot right, so don't test me." I hissed through my teeth. If looks could kill, I'd be dead a thousand times over by now. "Do yourself a favor, and walk away." I told him. He gave Chloe and I one more hard glare before sauntering off.

"I'll remember this." He growled at me before he did so.

"Good, then you'll remember to run for the hills next time you see me, Junkie." I spat in disgust. His kind of people really rub me the wrong way. He didn't give a response, other than walking off, clutching his bruised hand. Rubber bullets are non-lethal, for the most part, but they do some serious damage. He might have to check in a hospital to fix that.

"Damon…" Chloe's voice caught my attention. She was beaming brightly at me. "That, was, AWESOME!" She exclaimed with a wide grin, hugging me tightly, and quickly. "I could just kiss you right now!" She said excitedly.

"You won't hear me complaining." I smirked, making her laugh.

"Is that a Desert Eagle?" She asked, eying my gun. I nodded and brought it up, turning the safety back on. "Why didn't you tell me you had a gun?" She asked, still smiling widely.

"You didn't ask." I shrugged as I holstered the firearm, earning an eye roll.

"You were awesome." She said, hugging me slightly again. "Thanks for sticking up for me." She said sincerely.

"Always." I smiled as we separated.

"Now let's blow." Chloe sighed, glaring in the direction Frank left. "My secret lair doesn't feel so secret." She grumbled. I agreed. "At least I got a slick new knife out of it." She grinned, holding up Frank's knife.

"Silver lining." I shook my head as we walked off.

"Hey, at least he won't fuck with us anymore," She shrugged. "He just wants his money."

Chloe and I left the junkyard and decided to walk along to the train tracks. Like, literally along the train tracks, balancing on the metal. I wasn't too worried about falling, given how thick the tracks were, nor was I worried about being hit by a train. It's easy to tell when a train is coming, and we can get out easy enough. "I cannot believe you shot Frank," she told me with a grin.

"I shot his hand with a rubber bullet." I said with a shake of my head. "Not a huge deal." I reiterated.

"I think it was epic. Besides, you can just rewind time in your hand and jam that barrel right up his ass!" She laughed.

"You're disgusting." I sighed. "And don't fall." I said, quickly grasping her hand as she about to fall. We both used each other to assist in balancing.

"I'm just glad you were there." She said as we separated.

"As am I." I agreed. "Now, care to explain why you hang around wankers like that?" I asked with an eyebrow up.

"Here, let's break and I'll talk." she decided. Fair enough. We stopped and lay down across the train tracks, facing opposite directions, but still being able to face each other. "Feels like a different world, huh?" She asked, sighing wistfully. "I wish we could stay forever." She looked up at the sky.

"Build a new pirate fort and put 'keep out' signs all over it." I chuckled. Chloe and I used to play pirates so much when we were kids. I miss those days so much.

"A new secret hangout where Frank can't find us does sound nice." Chloe chuckled tool, before looking at me with concern. "You ok? You did just shoot someone."

"I'm fine, but I'm not certain how I feel about that wanker having me on his shit list." I told her.

"Don't worry about him." She waved me off. "He's not as hardcore as he seems. He only cares about his cash, stash, and mutt." She assured.

"I just shot him Chloe." I reminded her. "That's not something a guy like that just lets go." I sighed.

"I get it D, I really do, but crazy shit like this is the new normal for me." She said, trying not to sound like she wished otherwise. "It's why Rachel and I planned on leaving without paying him off." She explained.

"Smart." I said sarcastically. "So, what exactly is happening between you and Mr… whatever his name is?" I asked with a light scoff.

"Bowers. He's just a dealer, where I get my weed." She answered.

"I honestly don't know how you stand that stuff." I said with a cringe of disgust. "It smells awful, it tastes worse, the smoke is horrible in your lungs, unless you use a vaporizer, and the high lasts too long." I shook my head.

"So you've used before." She smirked at me.

"Duh." I returned. I may have fibbed to Joyce when I said medical stuff was all I did in England, but that doesn't mean I took to it like Chloe did. Not that I have an issue with that stuff. Recent studies show it's actually safer than alcohol in almost every possible way.

"Anyway, Frank and I kind hung out." Chloe told me.

"Ew." I cringed in disgust. "One of your 'bad boys' that Joyce mentioned?" I asked with a gag.

"No! We didn't have sex, gross!" Chloe said loudly, horrified by the prospect. "He never even tried. I just made the mistake of borrowing money from him so Rachel and I could bail on this town." She told me. Well that was a relief.

"So that leaves the question as to how Frank got his hands on Rachel's bracelet." I thought out loud, wondering about that.

"Yeah, I want to know that too." Chloe said darkly.

"I think all we can do right now is keep our eye out for that twat, and hope he doesn't eyeball us." I sighed in resignation.

"True dat." Chloe sighed as well. "It's so weird talking to you about all this insane crap." She told me, nostalgia in her tone. "We haven't hung out this much since we were tweens, and it's like no time has past." She said wistfully, looking at the sky.

"A testament to how close we were, and till are." We shared a smile. "I remember how we used to bathe together." I chuckled.

"Even after I got my first training bra." She too chuckled.

"We would change in front of each other with no issue."

"I had no problem showering while you brushed your teeth."

"We shared clothing…"

"Toothbrushes…"

"Food."

"Toys."

"Secrets."

"Problems."

"The works." I sighed longingly. I honestly wish I hadn't gone to England.

"I wish Rachel was here to meet you." Chloe said sadly. "You two would have gotten along so well. She had-" She shook her head. "Has a great eye for art and images and art. And she was a smartass like you." We grinned at each other. "We would have been the hella best trio in the world." She said longingly.

"I'm certain I'll meet her soon enough." I shrugged. Best to be optimistic in a situation with a missing person case like this.

"Railroad tracks." Chloe chuckled, knocking on the track she laid her head on. "I don't know why, but they always make me feel better." She told me, smiling.

"Ask Kerouac." I joked, earning a small smile.

"Ever the poet." She remarked.

"I'd rather be a photographer, or some other kind of artist." I returned, sitting up, looking down at her face.

"You are." She reminded me, making me shrug. Narrowing my eyes at her, I stood up, walked a small distance away and pulled out my camera. Aiming it at Chloe, I took another photo of her, showing her looking peaceful and serene. I smiled as the picture appeared in the paper that emerged from the camera.

Suddenly, pain erupted through my head as flashes of the tornado soared through my mind again, just like earlier at the junkyard, and yesterday at the lighthouse. Why is this happening? And why does it hurt so fucking much?! I was able to force myself out of the vision as I heard Chloe calling for me.

"Damon!" She yelled out, catching my attention. She was trying to pull her foot out of the tracks, apparently to no avail. "Damon, I'm stuck!" She yelled at me in panic. The very same panic coursed through my blood as I heard a train's whistle in the distance.

"Fuck!" I cursed loudly, running over to Chloe's side. I tried to pry her foot out, but all that succeeded in doing is hurting her more.

"Damon!" She screamed as the train came into view. I quickly rewound, sending the train back quite a bit. From Chloe's point of view, I probably just appeared out of nowhere.

"Wah?" She asked in confusion, looking at me with wide eyes. At that moment, the train whistle resounded, just like it did before. "Oh fuck!" She paled, trying to pull her leg out.

"Crap!" I cursed, not wanting to hurt her again. It wouldn't help. I desperately looked around for something that could help, and then it caught my eye; the train lever. "I'll be right back." I told my stuck friend, sprinting towards the lever. I tried to pull the lever, but it was jammed. Probably a security thing or something to prevent it from being pulled, as it's never used anymore. Regardless, I moved to the other side if the lever did the only thing I could do; I kicked it. Hard.

"Damon hurry!" Chloe screamed as the train got closer and closer. Putting all the strength into I could, I kicked the lever two more times before it snapped in half. That said, it did alter the tracks slightly, but not enough for Chloe to get out by herself. So I rushed over to her. "Get me out of here!" She screeched in terror as the train came closer. I was just barely able to pull her away from the tracks before the train hit her. I fell to the ground, with Chloe on top of me. I couldn't enjoy it as much as I would have, given the adrenaline still coursing through me.

"Fuck." Chloe groaned as we got up. "Damn that was close." She sighed as the train passed us. We were both panting heavily. "You saved me a again. We're so bonded for life now." She hugged me briefly, groaning.

"You ok?" I asked in concern.

"I got splinters in my ass and my legs, so I wish there was a smoother way to save me." She said with another groan.

"I could rewind if you want." I remarked dryly.

"No, no, that's alright." She said quickly, making me smirk. Rolling her eyes, she tried to walk, but tripped over something. Thankfully, I caught her. "Gah, I think I twisted my ankle." She hissed in slight pain.

"Is it gonna be alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a twist." She said, bringing her arm around my shoulder. "I'll be good after a little while." She said. Smiling, I swept her off her feet and carried her bridal style, earning a cute yelp from her.

"That was cute." She grinned at her, earning a heated glare.

"I'm not a fucking princess." She grumbled, though that didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around my neck for support. I smiled and walked back towards the junkyard, where my car was parked. "Aren't you glad I took you to a quiet, desolate spot?" Chloe asked dryly. I smiled in amusement.

"Indeed." I chuckled. "It was great hanging out in your secret lair." I added as an afterthought. "Unfortunately, my first class starts soon. Our fun will have to end here for the day." I told her, making her pout.

"Well, I suppose the mysterious hero needs a faithful companion." She decided.

"Whatever this ability is, I'm not certain it'll last forever." I warned her.

"Well I know we will." She said, resting her head on my chest as my car came into view. "Forever." She added softly, warming my heart.

And another one bites the dust. As you all may have noticed, Holy Lightning Twins and this story are my primary focuses. Once this story is finished, and by every deity in every mythology, I promise that I will finish this one, I'll try to focus on some of my other stories as well. To many ideas spoil the brain. And the will to write. Seriously, I have a 'Son of Sirzechs and Grayfia' fic for DxD in my head right now. And a PJO WotC fic upcoming…

MY HEAD'S GONNA EXPLODE.

Now, something that recently came into my head:

Why did Max get a vision of the tornado BEFORE she saved Chloe for the first time? Seriously, she got the vision before she saved Chloe or found she could rewind time. That doesn't make sense; and I'll tell you why; saving Chloe is the cause of the storm(apparently.) If that's the case, why'd she get the vision BEFORE altering the future?

The future was fine until Max saved Chloe, so it doesn't make sense that Max would get that vision before she actually saved Chloe.

Tell me what ya'll think about the matter! Seriously though, your reviews sustain my will to write. If I don't get reviews, I can't find myself wanting to write.

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