Wednesday
Mr. and Mrs. Evans sat at the table, their faces in awe. "Are you telling the truth?" Mrs. Evans asked Isabel. Isabel nodded, and sighed, leaning to the side. "Yeah. Max just needs to figure out some things for him self right now. I'm sure he'll come back, when he's done figuring everything out." Isabel went to get up. Her father stopped her. "So Max just up and left, with this, this Tess girl?" Mr. Evans asked. Isabel smiled, trying to make light of it, but it failed. "Um, yeah." She shrugged. They looked stunned at one another, Isabel rolled her eyes, and went up stairs.
She immediately picked up her phone, dialed, repeat. "Max?" Isabel began. "I, I don't know if your gonna get this message before dawn, but if you do… come home. Mom, and Dad, they don't understand, I, mean, I've tried as hard as I can to explain this, with out giving away necessary details, but Max, they really need to hear it from you, please, call me back, on my cell." Isabel clicked the end button, and hung up. She waved her hand over her face and body, instantly she was ready for bed. She crawled under the covers. No sooner had she closed her eyes than there was a knock at the door. Isabel sat up, cursing the night. "For the love of-" Isabel opened her window, and looked down. Michael stood tired and frantic on her lawn. "Michael!" Isabel hissed. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" She hissed again. Michael almost shouted but stopped himself. "Isabel, Can I come in?" He asked. Isabel sighed. "Fine, go around the back, unlock the door, and sneak up, but be quiet!" Isabel warned.
Isabel sat up, fixing herself in seconds with her powers. Michael poked his head in. Isabel waved him in quickly and quietly. "What's the matter, Michael?" Isabel asked, reacting to his facial expression of deep fear. Michael was franticly rubbing his hands together, nervously, "I have a big problem." Michael began. Isabel's eyes softened. "I, I'm loosing control of my powers. I've been blowing stuff up all day. Car's, clocks everything." Michael admitted. Isabel took her watch off, then hugged Michael. "It's okay. When did it all start?" She asked, holding him by the shoulders. Michael took a deep breath, and began his story.
Flashback, Tuesday
Michael and Maria were talking in his apartment. "So, you were his general?" Maria inquired. Michael had been explaining his past life with Max, Isabel and Tess, or rather what he could remember of it. Maria looked interested. "So, what about you and Isabel… what was she like?" Maria asked, as if testing him.
Michael looked at her, and thought hard about what he would tell her. "I don't remember faces, or visual things as much as I remember feelings, and emotions, with a certain… I don't know, essence." Michael looked up, Maria still seemed interested. "Like what?" She asked. "Like Isabel and… her ability to make anyone feel like they were a real somebody, or had a purpose. Max was always angry, stressed, except when he was with Tess. Isabel and I never really had much time together, then we got engaged so fast, I remember being terrified to mess up around her, she was something else." Michael laughed. Maria had gone from a relaxed position to sitting up and staring uncomfortably at Michael. "I thought you said you two had been forced together?" Maria asked. Michael began to blush. "Did I say that?" He asked, avoiding the situation. Maria crossed her arms. "Michael!" She yelled. "M-Maria, Max did set up the marriage, but I don'' remember exactly being forced, I do remember being, um, with her for awhile before… courting her." Michael explained, stuttering. Maria rolled her eyes.
End of Flashback, returns back to Wednesday
Isabel took a deep breath. "Okay, that's not too bad. I mean she can't be mad at you for something you did as Rath, I mean that's not you, right?" Isabel said, it was rhetorical question, but Michael was too nervous, he just mumbled. "Yeah…" Isabel looked at him from the corner of her eye, strangely, then looked away. "Michael do you even remember that I got you killed, you were going to marry me, what I did to all of you, Michael, it's okay, if Maria really loves you, she'll get over it." Isabel comforted him, he smiled.
Max and Tess
Max and Tess kissed each other longingly. "I'm tingling from head to toe, my heart, my mind, everything in me is alive." Max began. Tess smiled, but Max continued. "Every inch of my being feels 100 more alive, then ever before!" He exclaimed. Tess kissed him. "We can't." She moaned. "We did." Max moaned back. "What if something happens?" Tess questioned, never truly caring, kissing him hard on the neck.
Tess and Max joined hands, their entire bodies pulsated. Their skin glowed, golden light spilled forth from their insides, their souls. Their souls began to cry tears of joy as they melted into each other.
Later
Max rolled over, and saw Tess. Her head was on his chest. She was face down, with her arm spread over him, keeping him by her side. He slipped out, and kissed her shoulder. Tess woke, she didn't move. "Are you staying awhile?" She asked. Max didn't make a sound. "If, I have to, I will." Tess said, with a sound of urgency in her voice. Max grasped her hand, and squeezed his eyes shut. A tear managed to slip out, as he took painful breaths and let her hand slip from his. Tess cried softly into the pillow. "I know." He whispered. "I know."
Max didn't say goodbye, or tell her he loved her. It would only make what she had to do harder. 'I'm sorry, we can't get home, I'm so, so sorry.' He thought to himself. Tess listened to the door, as it shut so did her world. She knew they wouldn't get home, she knew that she would have to kill their son, to save herself. The horror of her situation. The thoughts that fueled her mind even in the darkest of hours. The guilt of something she hadn't yet done. They still had a two days left, before the final decision would come. Let both herself and the baby die, or just the baby. Unless, by some miracle they got home.