Chloe had woken up, but she didn't want to move just yet. She felt so relaxed. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at the half naked girl next to her. Her arm was covering her eyes, she held a soft smile, but was still sleeping. Chloe ran her fingers down Max's side; her skin was much warmer than Chloe's hands were. She pulled the blanket up to Max's shoulders, causing her to stir a little.

'Shit, don't wanna wake her up. She needs this sleep. And I need a fucking shower,' Chloe thought to herself as she eased out of the bed and put her shirt back on to make her way to the bathroom.

Chloe walked back in to the room wearing a towel, Max was still sleeping, curled up into a ball, hugging Chloe's pillow tightly. Chloe smiled and looked for clean clothes to get changed into.

'Black skinny's, where are you?' her mind was humming as she searched quietly through her drawers.

"But I don't wanna eat that," Chloe nearly jumped out of her skin when Max started whining in her sleep, Chloe smiled and put on the plain white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. Chloe's stomach growled loudly.

'Thanks, Max, now I'm hungry,' Chloe left the room quietly to go downstairs to hunt for food.

The clock in the dining room read twenty to two.

'Fuck, we slept pretty much all day? No wonder I'm starving!' Chloe couldn't see her mom or David anywhere, she looked outside, his car wasn't there. She walked back to the fridge and glanced at a note stuck to it.

'Chloe and Max,

Power is still out, don't open the fridge.
There's food in the garage, also some
in the pantry. David and I have gone for
the day. Behave yourselves.

Joyce xx'

'Shit, mom, thanks for the vote of confidence. When do I not behave? Oh wait, never mind. You know me too well, Joyce,' Chloe chuckled as she opened the fridge door.

'Damn it Chloe! DON'T OPEN THE FRIDGE!' she screamed at herself internally as she slammed the fridge door and moved over to the cupboard. A golden packet of corn chips was the first thing that caught her eye. She grinned and reached out to it, the foil crackling at her touch. She closed the cupboard and waltzed over to the couch, collapsed onto it and rested her legs along the rest of the seating. She grabbed the remote and pressed the power button.

'Duh, no electricity means no TV. Chloe, I swear, sometimes you are so blonde. Blue hair dye doesn't change everything,' she thought to herself as she tapped the remote against her head.

'Need entertainment. Bored,' she thought as she opened the bag of chips and began to munch loudly.

"Chloe?" Max's quiet voice startled her; she was chewing so loudly she didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs. Max's hair was a mess. She'd put her shirt on inside out too.

"Max, you're so adorable. Want a chip?" Chloe giggled and held the bag towards her, Max shook her head sleepily.

"Coffee?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes with open hands.

"Power's still out, dude," Chloe sighed as she shook her head. Max groaned loudly.

'She's so cute when she's cranky!' Chloe smirked as Max dragged her feet over to the couch and slowly nuzzled into her.

"You weren't there when I woke up," Max whined, Chloe's heart sank at the neediness in her voice.

"Yea, I needed to shower, and then I got hungry. You ok, Max?" Chloe spoke in a soft voice. Max nodded and hugged onto her tightly.

'You're in love with her,' Chloe's mind reminded her of her recent epiphany, she swallowed hard.

"I guess that means I have to shower. Look at my hair, it's fucked up," Max complained as she pushed herself up and pointed towards the bird's nest occupying the top of her head. Chloe laughed and stood up to lead her to the bathroom.

"Max, are you sure you're ready to do this?" Chloe started nervously, looking over at her girlfriend, who looked just as nervous as one would expect.

"Like, we can do this another time. I don't think it's that much of a time sensitive event. I wouldn't judge you if you backed out," Chloe tried her best to be supportive towards Max, who shook her head from across the cabin of the parked truck.

"Chloe, it's time. I have to go into that school and read that list. I have to know who I've killed," Max spoke quietly. She'd suggested to Chloe that they go to Blackwell Academy that afternoon to figure out who was still alive and who'd been confirmed as dead. Chloe felt like someone had gripped their hand around her heart. She rested her head in her hand briefly, and then her eyes snapped open, directed at Max.

"Fuck, Max! This isn't your fault! It was a storm. A fucking freak storm! You had a vision about it; I don't care. News flash; I don't blame you, no one else blames you. You didn't create the storm! I don't want to hear you blaming yourself for this EVER AGAIN!" Max had jumped a little in her seat as Chloe had begun to scream. Chloe caught her breath a little as she watched Max's expression fall from shocked to defeated.

"Whatever," Max sighed as she got out of the car. Chloe scowled as she quickly followed her, both doors slammed.

"No way. You don't get to just say fucking 'whatever' and then walk away from me! Max Caulfield, we are not done here! Fucking talk to me!" Chloe had caught up to Max and grabbed onto her hand, Max pushed it away and turned to her.

'Fuck, Price, she looks really fucking pissed. Stop yelling at her. What the fuck are you doing? You love her, stop fucking screaming at her!'

"What, Chloe? What do you want me to say? Fucking enlighten me! Because I'm at a loss for words, here. You want me to just let go of all this guilt, pretend it never happened?" Max had started screaming back, pushing Chloe on the shoulders.

'Fuck, I've NEVER seen her like this. Shit, we are arguing in a car park. People are staring,'

"What the fuck do you want from me, Chloe? I had a fucking impossible choice to make! But this guilt kills me less than what the alternative would have," tears were starting to build up in Max's eyes.

"Well, fucking talk to me! I look at you, and sometimes you seem perfectly alright with your choice, and then other times, you look like you hate yourself! And I don't even know where I stand here, do you blame me too? Because all of this is just as much my fault as it is yours!" Chloe yelled back at her.

"You know what, if I had had to do it again, I'd make the same choice. I would lay this town to waste over and over if it meant I'd get to spend just one more day with you. So yes, this is my fault, and my fault alone; I made a choice to end the lives of countless others because I couldn't stand to live in a world without you," Max was making wild hand gestures as she spoke, her voice was shaky. She paused briefly to gather herself.

"Chloe, I couldn't give you up because I'm so fucking in love with you!" A few tears fell from Max's blue eyes.

"Max, I – Wait!" Chloe's head started to spin. Max had already turned and started running away.

'What the fuck? Chloe, go after her! She's in love with you. Fucking fix it. Go, you fucking moron!' her mind screamed at her as she scanned the area.

'Where the fuck did she go? Did she use her rewind powers to disappear?' Chloe thought as she ran towards the school buildings.

Chloe had been into all the classrooms, with no sign of Max.

'Fuck Max, why is your phone off? You can't just disappear like that!' She'd tried calling Max throughout her search, several times.

She'd finally made her way to the girls dorms, little battery run lanterns lit up the hallway. Chloe approached the map that laid out the dorms and noted that Max's room was down at the end of the hall.

"Well, if it isn't Max Caulfield's guard dog. Did the puppy get let off the leash today?" A condescending voice stopped Chloe before she got to Max's door. She turned around to see a snobby looking girl with a cropped blonde pixie cut.

'I haven't got the time for this shit,'

"Ugh, you're Victoria, right?" Chloe tried her best to be friendly to the girl, even though she knew that she hadn't been particularly nice to Max, ever.

"No autographs, please," Victoria barked back, Chloe sighed.

"I'm looking for Max, have you seen her?" she tried again.

'One more rude comment and she's getting my hands around her skinny neck,' Chloe imagined herself strangling her.

"No, Blackwell's Selfie Ho hasn't made an appearance, but I can take a message for you and leave it with the rest of her trash," Chloe clenched her fist, but was interrupted by one of Victoria's friends.

"Oh my god, did you hear?" Shock radiated through the dark haired girl's voice.

"Courtney, what the fuck?" Victoria seemed annoyed by the interruption.

"The police have sent out an alert! Mr Jefferson escaped during the storm! They can't find him anywhere!" Chloe's heart sank.

'Chloe… Jefferson drugged and kidnapped me. I was tied up in his bunker. You have no idea what hell I went through…' She remembered what Max had told her the night of The End Of The World party. She felt like a giant hole just ripped through her stomach.

"Oh fuck, Max!" Chloe cried and sprinted out of the dorms and ran towards her car.

Chloe pulled her truck up to the Prescott barn; crime scene tape had been pulled down from the gate. It was dark outside now. She was sure this would be where Jefferson would take her. She reached into the glove box, pulled out her gun and quickly exited the car.

'Shit, Max, you'd better still be alive! I won't let that be the last conversation we have! Chloe, you don't know what you're about to walk in on. Be fucking quiet and careful. Don't fuck this up!' she moved quietly down the stairs in the barn, the door was ajar.

'Thank Christ! I've forgotten the stupid code anyway,' she tried to calm down her breathing and pushed herself against the door. She heard a few quiet footsteps, followed by a man's voice.

"Oh that's great… Oh Max… Look at that perfect face!" Chloe felt sick listening to him.

'Fuck! What am I gonna do?' Chloe's mind raced as she slowly moved her way through the door.

"Shit, Max! You fucked up my shot! Stay still!" Mark Jefferson sounded furious with her.

'Well, if she's not staying still, it means she's still alive, right?' Chloe blinked the tears away. She crouched down and slowly moved towards the next half of the Dark Room. She slowly peered around the corner. Mark Jefferson, looking pretty roughed up, was crouching, taking multiple photos with an expensive looking camera. His clothes were dirty and torn in some places; he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Chloe leaned up a little. She saw Max, lying down on the ground, her wrists were bound together with duct tape, and she was hardly moving, murmuring little whines. She was in a dark grey t-shirt and jeans.

'Motherfucker took her hoodie off? This motherfucker touched MY Max?' Chloe's grip tightened on her weapon as she slowly moved closer as quietly as she could.

"Chloe…" Max mumbled out.

'Shit, did she see me?' Chloe hid behind the couch in the Dark Room.

"Hmm, that faux-punk slut you've been hanging around all week? Max, that's the only word I've heard you say during our session, I'm a little offended. I didn't think you'd be one to try to escape reality. But then again, I went through your journal, looking for some inspiration. Max, you truly are delusional. You really think you have the power to manipulate time? You think you created a fucking tornado? Well, if you truly did that, I have to thank you. See, that's how I broke out of my cell, something came flying at the wall and smashed it open, leaving me with a way out. And, now, here we are," He kept taking photos as he rambled on.

'I can't let either of them see me, if my cover is blown, we're all fucked,' Chloe moved to the other side of the back of the couch.

"God, Max, for someone who claims to have so much guilt, your face, it's just so innocent. You're so pure. So beautiful," Jefferson was so focused on taking photos, Chloe took the chance to start walking closer to him.

"I realise it was risky of me to come back here, but I had to finish my project. You were the only one missing from my collection; the perfect model. I'll never forget our time together, your perfect skin, God, it feels so good," Behind Jefferson voice, Chloe could hear Max crying softly.

'You sick fucking bastard. You fucking touched her? I'll end you. You are fucking done, you pervert!' Chloe felt the rage build up inside of her and continued moving towards him quietly.

"And you know, as I've said frequently before; always take the shot!" Chloe was standing directly behind Mark Jefferson, her weapon aimed directly at the back of his head.

"That's some good advice, motherfucker," Chloe spat as she pulled the trigger.