Rewind
Light dapples the room through wooden blinds. Soft light. Morning or evening light. She rolls her tongue along the roof of her mouth, quenching a dry patch. After a stretch, Max feels her back pocket, and flicks out her phone. 6:47 P.M. If this is a normal life maybe she's waking up from an afternoon nap. Somewhere. But where? Max swipes at her phone. Arcadia Bay, Oregon. She narrows her brow. Before her is a box of camera equipment, and the butterfly photo lies on the floor.
Outside, a short hallway that opens into a kitchen/living space. Probably an apartment or small home. At the entry there's two doors, Max glances out the one with a window. Front door. Makes sense. The other leads to -– she twists the knob - the garage. On a little makeshift bench sits William's toolbox and his leather jacket. She peers around the corner and steps down. Her bare feet scrunch to the cool touch of concrete. Single door garage. And Chloe's truck is here. Huh. Keys mark up the front door and Max whirls around. Boots clamber inside. She tiptoes to the entry and peers back into the house, just as Chloe turns to see her.
"Hey, Max!"