'Where could she be? What is she running from? What happened to her?'
Max opened the door to her apartment, it was unlocked.
'Huh, smart girl.'
Like the cat she as, she sneaked in as quietly.
'It's too quiet.'
She kicked off her shoes and threw her jacket on the floor as she entered her room. There she was, on her bed even.
"Hey!" But there was no movement. "I said hey!" Max shoved her. "What are you doing here?" Faith yawned. "Sorr-y. I needed a place to crash." Faith started to gather her stuff together. Oddly enough they were already spread all over the room.
"I didn't mean it like that. You can stay. I'm just curious as to what you're running from. Not couting the people you killed or robbed." Faith grinned.
"Yeah, no. You know. I'm running from my past, just like everyone else out there. I thought I was finally rid it." Max shook her head, as if she was the bearer of all knowledge.
"There's no escaping. When you fail, you try something else, but you never quit," She sat down beside Faith on the bed.
"I didn't quit." Faith puller her legs up to her chin. "No? Looks like it to me." Max brushed the hair out of Faith's face. "Get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up."
Faith rested her head against the pillow and fell asleep right away.
"Logan, it's me. I've got your little 'bad girl' at my place, in my bed to be more specific. She's totally harmless."
'Talk to her, you might find out that you have a lot more in common than you think.'
"You set me up, didn't you? You're the 'mutual friend' and you sent her here. Why?"
'Trust me Max, help her and she might help you. I have to go.'
"No, Logan, wait."
'What?'
"Nothing, never mind. Gotta blaze."
