It had been two weeks and Max gave in to sleep. The nightmare wasn't showing tonight, but something was.

Max looked around her. The mist and fog was unbelievably thick. Max tried to walk through it, but it was impossible. Max began to panic, but there was a whisper and she felt at peace.

Max waited and a light broke through the fog. Max strained her eyes to see what was going on, but she couldn't. The whisper happened again and Max relaxed. Suddenly, a figure in long, white robes came forward and Max gasped.

"Ire?" Max asked. Ire smiled.

"It's me, Max." Ire said.

"What's going on? This definitely isn't the nightmare." Max said.

"Of course it isn't." Ire said. "I wouldn't let that happen."

"Is this a dream?" Max asked.

"Well, I can't tell you that." Ire said.

"Why?"

"I'm not allowed."

"All right." Max said. "So, why have you decided to grace my dreams... or undreams with your presence?"

"To let you know that I don't blame you in the slightest." Ire said. "So you shouldn't blame your self either."

"I'll stop blaming myself if you come back."

"Sorry, but that can't happen."

"It was worth a shot." Max said.

"Yes, I suppose it was." Ire said.

"So, are you all right?" Max asked.

"I am now." Ire said. "I'm in the Good Place with my family and friends."

"You called them family..."

"That's something I've learned to deal with." Ire said. "I can even say 'I love you.' I realized, they are my family. I realized it too late unfortunately."

"At least you realized it." Max said.

"That's another thing." Ire said. "Maybe you need to take a page from my book and learn to say it."

"I can say it." Max argued.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Ire said.

"Care to expand?" Max asked.

"I can't." Ire said. "I can only say so much."

"Okay."

"Anyway, the main reason for me talking to you is to let you know that I do not blame you and I certainly do not hate you." Ire said.

"But I didn't save you..." Max trailed.

"No, you didn't." Ire said. It stung Max a little. "But that's the way it was supposed to happen."

"I don't get it." Max said.

"Max, if my life didn't end the way it did, my life would have dragged on and on." Ire said. "I would've become a shell of my former person."

"But you seemed in so much pain..." Max said.

"I won't lie to you." Ire said. "I was in so much pain... it was horrible. It hurt so bad. And when I killed, I hated myself. I always hated killing. The pain ended as soon as I decided to end it."

They both stayed there in a comfortable silence until Ire began to dim.

"What's happening?" Max asked.

"I have to go back to the Good Place." Ire said.

"But Ire -"

"Don't worry, I'm in the Good Place now." Ire's voice echoed. The light faded and Max was back in the fog and mist.

"Ire!" Max yelled. "Ire! Ire! Come back!"

Max felt the world swirl around her, then with a rush, her eyes opened.

Max got out of bed and threw on some clothes. It was time for a trip to the Space Needle.