"Wake up, Max. Max, wake up. Max."

The sound of his voice comes from afar, almost smothered by an ongoing sobbing and moaning. Wait, I'm the one who's sobbing and moaning. I shoot my eyes open, my sight blurry from tears, and catch a glimpse of a few shapes made clear by a dim light. I'm trying my best to focus on my current vision, but the image of her dead body lying on the tracks won't go away and I can't stop the crying. Her face looked so pale, her eyes lifeless, her jaw slack. I can feel it all over again - I'm not supposed to be here. This isn't supposed to be happening.

"I want to go back," I say hurriedly as I sit up. My voice comes out hoarse and weak. "I made a mistake. I want to rewind. I want to see her. I need to rewind."

"Max…"

I raise my hand to use my powers, so fast the back of it hits something on its way, hard. Ah, fuck. I blink a few times and make out the larger shape. Warren is kneeling on the floor by my side, covering his face. So that's where my hand landed.

"Oh God. I'm so sorry." The tears continue to stream down my face without my permission.

"It's nothing." He smiles but I see some red start dripping from his right nostril. Something else is dripping from mine, and I try to hide it by cupping my nose and mouth with my hand. Warren hands me a box of tissues. "Here." He also takes one to his nose.

It takes several minutes and about five tissues to wipe my nose, my eyes, my cheeks and even my neck from tears and other crying fluids. It takes even longer for my brain to recollect the events from the last twelve hours. I remember meeting my parents, texting Warren, hanging out at the campus. Having an art session, me painting watercolors, him drawing something on his computer he never showed me. Playing WoW, re-watching Death Note, falling asleep sometime in the middle. I'm in Warren's room. The sun hasn't even come up yet. My powers are long gone. Chloe is still dead.

Warren throws the tissue he was using to the trash can and I'm glad to see his nosebleed has stopped.

"Better?" He knows better than to ask if I'm okay.

"Not really." I keep biting my lip. "But… it was just a nightmare."

"You wanna talk about it?" Warren asks and I shake my head. His look is one of frustration or maybe just plain helplessness. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Maybe you co… would you mind sitting here with me?" I manage to speak, though not without my voice breaking a few times.

"Of course." Warren gets up from the floor and I make room for him - there's not exactly much room in his bed, but it's still enough for both of us. I catch sight of the same blanket from yesterday on the floor.

"Were you sleeping there?"

"Yes."

"Did I wake you up?"

He hesitates for a second before answering.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

I can tell he's unsure about coming any closer to me, so I rest my head on his shoulder and, in return, he wraps me in his arm. I would normally expect him to start rambling about something to distract me, but Warren's awfully quiet. Maybe he's still half-asleep. I turn my head to the right to check his clock, the one on his desk that looks like Bill Murray's in Groundhog Day. It's 4.37am. Of course he would be zombie-ish. I gaze up and see his stare is also more serious than usual, fixed in some invisible point ahead of him. The only sign that indicates he's still aware of my presence is his thumb absentmindedly rubbing against my neck.

He realizes I'm staring at him and looks down, his expression almost transforming into his usual smile, but not quite there yet.

"How's your stomach?" he asks.

I'm put off by the question, but still I try to mentally check the state of my body.

"Not so good now that you mention it," I reply after realizing the lump in my throat seems to have gone downstairs.

"Is there a possibility of anything… coming out?"

I check again. Everything inside me feels heavy, as if I had to make an effort to send the air down my lungs, but other than that, there's not much going on.

"Not anymore," I say, though unsure. "At least, not anytime soon."

"Good." He nods, and goes back to staring into nothing.

"Aren't you going to check my pulse?"

Now his smile looks more like the one I know.

"I've already done that, actually."

I rethink the way his thumb was rubbing my neck, slowly but firmly. It wasn't an unconscious thing at all.

"That's fucking creepy." I chuckle. "How am I supposed to..?" I stop myself as I sense something odd inside me. "I think I may…"

Before I can even finish, Warren gets up and runs to get the trash can. In one quick movement, he empties it on the floor and hands it to me. I'm thankful he did that, because now I can bury my head inside it without him seeing me puking my guts out. I just wish the trash can was also soundproof so that he wouldn't have to hear me. My insides burn like hell and the smell is awful. Once the final coughs are over, I immediately take my head out.

"Take this." Warren is holding a small bottle of something, and my head is so dizzy I don't dare attempt grab it, but I know what he means. I lean into it and breathe in. It smells like him and it helps loosen up the knots in my stomach. He waits for a minute before handing me a bottle of water. "Now drink this, but don't swallow it, it's just to clean out the nasty taste."

I do as I'm told and spit once more inside the trash can. My throat feels so dry and sharp I really want to just drink up the whole bottle.

"Better?" He asks anxiously and I nod and swallow a good deal of saliva before speaking.

"Didn't know you were such a doctor." Speaking feels like sanding my insides. "Makes sense though."

"I happen to have PhD in Night Terrors, among other things." He puts the trash can back on the floor next to the bed and sits by my side again. The mattress sinks a bit under his weight, causing my weak body to lean on him almost instantly.

"You knew I was going to throw up," I say as I let my head rest on him once more.

"I thought you might, but I didn't want to freak you out. You sure you don't wanna talk about it?"

Just thinking about it clouds my vision again.

"No."

The rising and falling of his chest really does have a soothing effect, and my tired mind begins to feel sleepy again. Besides, the crying and throwing up have drained all the energy from my body away. Hopefully, that'll be enough for me to pass out and think or dream of nothing till the morning comes. A good night's sleep, that's all I ask for. The last thing I can sense before drifting away is his chin resting on my head.

A soft knock on the door cuts my sleep short. I resist the urge to open my eyes, I'm so not ready to get up yet. Even through my eyelids I can see that from all the light in the room it has to be past midday, but my every limb weigh so much right now I can barely move. I've also come to realize my head is resting on Warren's chest, and it would be too embarrassing to get up, since he's probably woken up too. Hopefully whoever is knocking will just leave.

Another knock on the door, this time somewhat louder. Warren begins to move slowly beneath me and I let him lay me on the bed, still pretending to be asleep. Part of me is hoping that if I pretend long enough, soon I'll be sleeping again. I don't hear his barefoot steps but soon the door makes a squeaking sound. I spy from my right eye to see he's opened the door a bit, but not enough for me to be exposed.

"Hey Warren. Damn, did I wake you? I'm surprised, I thought you were an early bird."

I recognize Brooke's voice and I'm the one who's surprised. She's probably expecting to be let in, otherwise I guess she could have texted.

"Hi, Brooke, it's okay, I was binging on some shows till late last night." I can tell he's trying not to be too loud. "What do you need?"

"I wanted to ask you, remember that place I told you about in Newberg?"

"The drive-in? Sure."

"Well, today's the last day of the Apes marathon…"

"Yeah, I know, I got the tickets by freaking chance." He sounds more awake now. "I'm going with Max this afternoon."

Oh, no.

"Seriously? You're going with Max Caulfield?" Her voice gets slightly pitchy and she mumbles a few things I don't catch. "And does she even know shit about the films?"

My eyes shoot open. Okay, I'm wide awake now.

"Actually, she does. But I don't need to…"

"Warren, look. I'm only gonna say this because I'm your friend, but, dude, you gotta get over it."

I really, really don't want to hear Bitchy Brooke right now. If only I could close my ears too.

"Brooke, listen, this isn't…"

"Everyone knows you're fucking in love with her. If you're looking to just bang her, then it's fine, but you can't expect her to care about you, 'cause she never will."

"Look, I don't know where you're coming from with this, but you don't know her like I do." His weight shifts from one foot to the other.

"Oh, like she knows you? Does she even know about Penny? Has she ever even cared to ask shit about your family?"

"Brooke…"

"I'm just saying it how it is. She's just a self-centered airhead who will use you to feel good about herself and then will dump your ass and forget about you. And I'll be…" I shut my eyes quickly as I notice she's peeping behind him. "Is that..?"

I hear the door squeak again and their voices now sound just a bit more distant. Warren's speaking, but I don't get to grasp his words. I do hear Brooke once more before she leaves.

"Right. Well. Enjoy yourselves."

The door finally closes and Warren sighs a long sigh along with a whispered "Shit". I try to look serene and in deep sleep but I'm sure the bright colors in my face are giving me away. I feel the mattress sink under his weight, but this time he's only sitting. After a minute or so of silence, he finally speaks.

"I know you're awake," I hear him whisper and, since there's not much point in pretending any further, I open my eyes. He's looking down at me, his eyes still sleepy, which actually makes him look kinda cute. It's nice to see the black bruise was never there. "I'm sorry about that. Brooke is not usually like that at all. She's just…"

"Jealous. I noticed. It's okay"

"How much of it did you hear?"

"From the first knock? Everything." I chuckle but it turns into a weird cough that shakes whatever is left inside me and forces me to sit up.

Warren straightens his back and I believe he's ready to go into full inspector mode again.

"How are you feeling?" Dr. Graham asks.

"Not bad," I reply and this time I'm not lying. "Thank you for… taking care of me. But I'm starting to think Brooke was right about me."

"What? Max, what are you talking about?" His eyebrows rise to post-bangs level.

"I'm not that good of a friend. Most of the time I've done nothing but talk about myself and make you worry about me."

Warren waits until I raise my eyes and look back at him before replying.

"Max. You've just lost a friend. You're entitled to talk about whatever you want and not give two shits about anything else. Anyone who wouldn't understand that is an ass."

I hug my knees close my chest, where the feeling of unfairness wants to sink in again. I wish I could have been there for Chloe, too. I would have listened to her talk about her dad, and swear, and curse, and cry, and let it all out. I'm not so sure I deserve the same understanding treatment though. After all, no matter how much I wish for it, I wasn't there for her.

I blink back to the present, to the boy sitting by my side who's rubbing his eyelids.

"You know your bed hair looks like right out of some anime, don't you?" I say as I lay my cheek on top of my left knee.

"That right there is the best compliment I've ever been given." He laughs and fingers at some of the uneven strands to try and comprehend its shape. "I think my mom said something similar once but she meant it as an insult. Wait… which one were you going for?"

"Guess you'll never know." I give him my best evil smirk.

"You sure you feel okay?" he asks again, half-smiling and I roll my eyes in response.

"You know what would make me feel better? Tell me about your week. How has it been?"

"Hm…" Warren leans back against the wall and twists his lips as he thinks. "I don't know, shit has been pretty crazy. The Jefferson thing caught us by surprise. But worst of all… I got a B- in science."

"You may need to sort out your priorities."

"Thank you, Ron Weasley. At least I could use all the drama as an excuse with my parents for being distracted in class, though… they didn't buy it."

"They're really that hard?"

"You could say that. Being the only and genius kid ain't easy. What about your parents? You never told me, how did that go?"

I think of my conversation with mom and dad yesterday and frown upon revisiting their offer.

"Fine, I guess. They… want me to go back to Seattle."

"Oh. And do you?"

"No. Even with everything that's happened… I like it here. I feel more at home. But try and explain that to them."

"Well… can't say I'm not glad you feel that way." Warren smiles warmly and then quickly looks away. "I mean, everyone would miss you."

'Brooke would be delighted' I think, but I don't dare say it out loud.

"Anyway, I'm sure Ms Grant will give you something else to keep that 4.0 GPA."

"Yeah, I hope so. Other than that, things have been uneventful… Oh, I did have this uber bizarre dream the other day."

"Tell me all about it," I encourage him in my responsible psychiatrist voice though I fear I might regret this.

"I think it was Friday night… no, Thursday. I had this dream in which I was at The Two Whales diner, but in the middle of the night."

"Did you skip your meals before going to bed again?" Now I've changed to my 'mom' tone.

"Maybe. But it gets weirder. There was this fucking huge storm destroying the whole town."

The cheesy smile I had on disappears instantly. I need to check my arms to make sure something isn't actually crawling up my skin.

"R-really?" I manage to utter while fixing my hair. Warren loves disasters and science fiction. It probably means nothing.

"It was crazy vivid. I don't always remember dreams, but this one felt… so fucking real. I was trapped there."

Or it could mean something. It means something. But what? I think if I wasn't making the conscious effort to send the air in and out of my lungs, my body would have given up by now. I need him to tell me this has nothing to do with what I witnessed.

"And… did you manage to get out?"

"No, in fact…" Warren glances at me and then shakes his head while scratching his scalp. "I don't remember much."

"You just said you did."

"Yeah, well… not all of it. But it was mental."

"Was there someone else with you?" I push further, my patience is slowly fading away.

"Joyce I think. And then... some other people from town…" He hesitates to go on. "Maybe you were there at some point too."

"And what did I do?"

"You…" Warren's expression shifts when he looks at me. "Hey, your nose is bleeding."

"Shit." I wipe my face with the back of my hand quickly and see the red mix on my skin with the watercolor stains from our late night art session.

"Here," he says as he takes some tissues and hands them to me.

The idea that anyone from this timeline, reality, or whatever I'm supposed to call it, could have any kind of memories had never crossed my mind. It… freaks me out. On the one hand, things would be so much easier if I could share everything with someone. On the other hand… even thinking about it has given me a nosebleed. That kind of feels like a warning to keep my mind off it at all costs. Not to mention the exorcism-worthy experience I got from my nightmare.

"Those were supposed to go to your nose." Warren smirks pointing to the tissues I'm still holding onto tightly.

"Right" I blink and wipe the blood that has now made its way to my lips. "It's nothing. Too much excitement for this time of the day."

Warren's mouth opens and closes again without a word escaping. Given my history of insisting on everything being okay, he's probably opted for letting this one pass. After just a few wipes, the blood has stopped, leaving only an awkward silence behind. I stare at the color stains on my hand and fingers and turn back to him.

"Hey, you never showed me what you were drawing last night."

His kind-of-serious face changes instantly to one of shyness that makes him look at least two years younger.

"Oh yeah... it's no big deal..."

"Is Warren Graham being modest about his work? For real? Let me grab my camera."

"I'm just saying I wanted to work on it a bit longer before showing it off."

"So you got to see me screw up on mine multiple times, plus laughed at me for drinking the watercolors water but I'm not allowed to see the fruit of your labor?"

"You did drink from that cup twice." He finally nods and goes to his computer.

I wait patiently as he browses through his many folders searching for the image. I've heard him boast about his digital skills before, but I haven't had the chance to actually see them in action. Once he finds the file, he leaves the mouse cursor over it and stops.

"Okay. I may have taken your direction quite loosely," he says, his eyes not looking away from the screen.

"Warren. I literally took a selfie and told you to do whatever you wanted with it. You could go as loose as it goes."

Not without warning me a few more times about the unfinished state of his work, Warren clicks on it at last. The screen is filled with what was once just a simple scanned polaroid, but now looks more like the digital artwork of a fantasy epic.

"Wowser" I mumble under my breath, because no other word comes to mind. I have to walk up to the computer to get a closer look.

"I know the doe is like your spirit animal so I thought it'd be a nice touch…" he adds, waiting for me to say something else.

On the screen, some areas of my face look tanner; I have white spots for freckles on my cheeks and nose, and a pair of delicate furry ears pop from the sides of my head. The background looks as if it was painted with watercolors, in different shades of green, while some small details in the shape of leaves and flowers come to life closer to my figure, some of them on my skin as well. I look like some magical doe goddess.

"This looks fucking fantastic. Seriously, it's one of the coolest things I've ever seen," I say wide-eyed. "How come you'd never shown me anything before?"

"If I'd known you'd make that face, I would have done it much earlier." He chuckles as I sit back on the edge of the bed. "I've actually got a couple photo manipulations I could show you..."

There's no trace whatsoever of the previous shyness he displayed, but even though I'm curious to learn more about this side of him, something tells me it's a lengthy path to endeavor, and right now I've got way too many needs to attend to.

"You'll have to show me all your stuff next time. Now I should go humanize myself a bit."

"Right, me too." Warren closes the file and spins his chair back to me. "Gotta answer the call of nature and everything."

"Exactly." I nod and put my shoes on.

"Try not to go too human though, remember we're going ape this evening. Meet you at the parking lot at 5?"

I agree and gather all my things before walking out of the bedroom and into the hallway. I almost believe I'll manage to get away without being seen once more, but when I turn round the corner, I spot Justin sitting on the floor right outside Trevor's door. His eyes look dazed and confused, and I don't think he seems to realize there's another human being a few feet away, so I tiptoe my way out, hoping he's too high to notice me.

Once I get to my bedroom, I need to take care of some stuff before going to the drive-in - which only really consist of showering, choosing something comfy to wear for the road trip, watering Lisa, having lunch, finding something else to keep myself busy with-

I almost collide with a preteen I didn't even notice in the middle of the hallway.

"Oh, Max!" She shouts and throws her arms around me. There's another girl by her side with the same look of shock I must have on my face, and she immediately pulls the hugger back from her shoulders.

"Lynn! You can't ambush her like that!" She shoots her an angry glare through her glasses.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The petite blonde steps back and looks at me apologetically but still amused. "But Kate's been talking so much about you, I feel like you're my friend too."

I take a second look at these girls. The shorter one can't be older than thirteen, her eager expression making her look even younger. Her eyes are deep blue, and golden locks fall tidily past each shoulder of hers. The other one is wearing thick glasses over brown eyes, and her hair might as well be made out of the same wig as her little sister's. It only takes me a few seconds to recognize them as the girls in Kate's pictures.

"You're Kate's sisters. Samantha and Lynn, right?" I smile back at them. I'd memorized those names after I was unable to remember them to save Kate's life.

"Please, call me Sam. It's really nice to meet you."

"It is! We've heard so much about you." Lynn agrees grinning before I can reply. "Thank you so much for being there for Kate these past few days. She's been going through so much, we're happy to know she wasn't alone."

"That's what friends are for." I really am a hypocrite.

"We're so glad it's all over" Lynn goes on and crosses her small arms over her chest. "I just hope those who wronged her burn in hell."

"Ah Lynn, you keep perpetuating stereotypes when you speak like that" Sam scolds her again. "But yeah, I hope so too."

I chuckle at their interactions and they laugh with me. I never imagined Kate's sisters like this. But that's probably because I mostly thought of them as mourning her. Seeing them in the flesh, cheerful and teasing each other is quite refreshing.

"Kate showed us the selfies you guys took together the other day." Lynn still has her dreamy eyes on. "And Kate never takes selfies. I loved seeing her so… Oh my!" She suddenly picks up my paint-and-blood-stained hand. "Is that paint on your hand? As in watercolors? That is so arsty!"

"Lynn, it's ARTsy. Seriously, how hard is it to…?"

The eldest sister comes out of the restroom then, causing both of them to instantly cease arguing. Seeing the three of them together, the resemblance is uncanny. They might as well be three little matryoshka dolls.

"Okay, I'm ready. Is Daddy already..?" She then catches sight of me and smiles widely. "Max! I see you've met my sisters."

"We were just talking about you!" Lynn speaks yet again before me. "Max is so cool."

"Lynn's already smothering her. I would start looking for a new friend." Sam shakes her head, but she can't hide her smile.

"Forgive them if they were being rude…" Kate mocks them with narrowed eyes.

"Not at all. I'm happy I've met them."

"Do you really have a retro camera?" The youngest sister is back on the Max-worshipping train. "Can I see it?"

"That's it, Lynn, you sound like a total groupie." Sam wraps her arm around her and pulls her down the hall. "Dad's waiting, let's go."

The two girls and I exchange goodbyes and nice-meeting-you's before they walk away, already bantering about something else. I stare at the back of their heads moving freely, their hair swinging with every step they take. Lynn's voice sounds high and loud, giving away her age.

"Sorry about Lynn. She's a natural enthusiast for anything that… Well, for pretty much anything." Kate chuckles.

"They are both really nice." I smile at the thought of the girl's wide eyes and Samantha's scolding expression. "So I guess everything went well?"

"Not quite." She makes a poor attempt to smile that actually looks really sad. "It's my mother, she… she couldn't make it to Arcadia Bay. I should have known, she's been very busy."

From Kate's expression and the tone of her voice I gather Mrs. Marsh hasn't gotten over the party scandal. The fact that this woman would keep that up even after Jefferson was arrested baffles me, but at least the rest of her family is here for her.

"I'm sorry, Kate."

"She probably needs more time…" Kate looks down and plays with the rings in her fingers. "It's just that… I haven't talked about it with them. The things I told you the other day over tea… I can't tell them anything about that. And I'm not even good at keeping secrets, especially not from my sisters. I know they feel bad about me and if they knew… It feels like I'm lying to them."

I can't understand what exactly she's referring to, but hell, can I relate to that feeling.

"It'll get easier, I promise," I assure her, though I'm not quite the best living example. "You just go and have a nice day with them, don't worry about anything else."

"Thanks, Max." At least this time the corners of her lips rise a bit higher.

"I guess we all have our family baggage," I think out loud and Kate tilts her head. "Warren was just telling me about his parents being mad over his one B-."

"That sounds awful." She then takes a second look at me, as if she has just noticed my shabby appearance. "You were just coming back?"

"Oh… well… yeah…"

"It's okay, you don't owe me any explanations. I know you're not into my abstinence campaign…"

"Oh no! No, it's-s not what you think," I hurry to say but my stammering doesn't help. The whole idea of talking about this with Kate is just too awkward for my brain to handle. "I hadn't had any coffee last night and we were watching some shows and I fell asleep… that's it."

"It's fine." Kate smiles but I still can't tell whether she believes me or not. Or why I would care in the first place. "You guys are still going to the drive-in, right?"

"Yeah, we're leaving in a few hours."

"Well, let me know how it goes." Kate pulls her Max-and-Warren-sitting-on-a-tree smile. "I should get going now."

I say goodbye to her, still pressing my lips and my teeth tightly, and lock myself in my room. The need to get out of the clothes I slept in is strong, I feel like I'm walking around in my pajamas. Once I'm done showering and changing clothes - nothing bold, just my usual jeans, t-shirt and a sweater in case it gets cold - I manage to tick off everything else in my to-do list with way too much time ahead of me.

With that realization, I turn my stereo on, sit on my bed and bring the Captain to my chest. The poor teddy-bear has fought too many battles for his small size, made evident by his faded colors and sewn-up rips with a bit of stuffing coming out between the threads. I wonder if that's what my body looks like on the inside, all torn up and held up together by not-so-safe stitches that will let a nosebleed or spontaneous crying out every now and then. I wonder how long those threads can hold everything in.

The sound of rhythmic guitar strings helps ease my brain, which still feels exhausted seeing I didn't sleep much last night, and whenever I was unconscious it didn't feel like resting at all. I close my eyes and try not to think of my dream with Chloe, which leads me to go over Brooke's little outburst, to wonder who the hell 'Penny' is and why Brooke would bring that up, to wonder what Kate was talking about, then back to Chloe. Even pronouncing her name in my mind is painful. If she were here, she would clear my head in a heartbeat taking me on another crazy adventure.

I blur those thoughts out and focus on the image Warren showed me before. It immediately brings a smile to my face and makes me hug the Captain tighter to my chest. The Max in that image looked so imposing yet serene, beautiful and graceful. I wouldn't even think of using any of those words to describe myself, but it was nice seeing he could somehow bring those qualities to my picture. Note to self: I should ask him to e-mail it to me later.

I feel like I've just began to actually rest when the beeping sound from my phone shakes me awake and the Captain flies from my chest to the bed. I automatically reach for the device and see that I've somehow slept through Warren's five texts, and it's now 5.10. Shit, I'm already ten minutes late. I don't even bother to read his messages now, instead I jump from my bed and check myself quickly in the mirror before leaving the dorms. All the way to the parking lot I keep trying to fit my sweater inside my bag but there seems to be no room for it. Warren is leaning by the side of his car, and I see his face light up when he catches sight of me.

"Hey, I was beginning to think I'd have to go ape myself."

"I'm so sorry!" I start saying while still struggling with my things.

I've almost reached the car when I realize the problem is I've stupidly put both my bulky camera and William's inside the bag, leaving virtually no room for anything else. Still keeping my fast pace, I try and juggle with them but in one quick movement my camera slips from my hands. I stop breathing as I watch it jump through the air and land violently on the ground, pieces scattering just a few feet away from Warren.

"Shit!" Warren's eyes are about to pop out of their sockets. He immediately bends down and picks everything up as I stare blankly at the place where the camera hit the floor, convinced it's the exact same spot where I fell the second time it was shattered last Monday, when Nathan Prescott pushed me to the ground. The realization is unpleasant and makes me cringe. "This doesn't look good… You ok?"

"Uhm, yeah, no. I mean… that was… bound to happen." I try and slowly recover from the shock. "I'm such a fucking clutz."

"I was thinking of scolding you for being so fashionably late, but now I just feel bad." He hands me the camera and the loose parts, careful not to drop any pieces.

I take a closer look at it and find this is probably the worst it's ever been. The flash bar's split into two, all glasses are cracked, and given the front part has separated itself from the rest, there are a lot of inside little fragments I've no idea what to do with.

"So? What's the diagnosis, doc? Will it live?" Warren's also staring nervously at it, but he probably already knows the answer.

I take one final look at the camera, thinking maybe it was never meant to live past this week, and force myself to smile.

"I say I shall worry about that later. We should be on our way."

"Aye aye, captain." Warren nods and opens the passenger door for me in exaggerated chivalry.

With a thankful nod, I get in the car and wrap the camera or what's left of it inside my sweater, so as to keep it all pieces together but also to keep me from seeing it like that every time I look inside my bag. I watch Warren walk around the car and I take notice of the print on the back of his t-shirt, the bottom part of a TARDIS coming out of an orange portal. A moment later, he jumps into his seat, and evidently, the other half of the machine is there at the front with the blue portal.

"Are all of your clothes this geeky?" I say teasingly.

"Is there any other type of clothing?"

And so our journey begins.

A/N: Double chapter today! Sorry this took longer to upload, I found there were so many things wrong with it originally that I had to rewrite almost the entire chapter. Hopefully it was worth the wait? Yes? No? Hated it?

Your reviews make me so happy! I've been writing fan fiction for a few years now, but this is my first time posting anything, so I really truly appreciate it. Plus, I haven't read a single LIS fanfiction because I didn't want mine to be… biased? Is that the word? (and yeah English is not my first language!) So I've no idea what I'm doing. Just writing the story I'd like to read.

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