Within the glorious decorated walls of the Raybrandt castle, Princess Monica was sitting in the throne room, a marble pillar next to her, holding a Golden framed picture of Maximillian. She stared at the picture, before fresh tears slowly began to fall, landing upon the glass protecting the photo. A low knock was heard upon the main doors, and Monica quickly wiped her tears away, sitting straight upon her throne as one of her Knights walked into the room, bowing before her.

"Princess, a strange man wishes to hold conversation with you. He has called himself, 'The Wanderer." Upon hearing those words, her hands dug into her chair, the throne's soft marble slowly crumbling under her hands. "Princess?"

"Send. Him. In." She hissed, fire in her voice, and literally in her hands, a small fireball burning brightly. Slowly, the Knight backed away, sending me into the room.

"Wow, this room looks fancy. There's a marble throne, some fancy pillars, and a fireball coming straight to my face." I said, ducking underneath Monica's fireball."I'm guessing you're still mad at me."

"What was the first clue?" She hissed, sarcasm lacing her voice. "What the hell do you want from me?" She said. I opened my mouth when she said, "No, wait. Let me guess. You've probably come here to try to apologize for everything bad you did during the ToD. To try and blame everyone else for causing me a lot of suffering, right?"

"..."

"Or, maybe you're here to tell me how it was all for my benefit, how I deserved all the pain I got." She finished, a fresh fireball on her hand. "Which is it?"

"...The first one." I said silently, dodging the fireball as it whizzed near my feet. "For a magic user, you're not exactly accurate.."

"You know what really, really pisses me off though?" She said, a large fireball surrounding her hands this time. "I could've handled, all those stupid dares. I could've answered, all those stupid freaking truths. I could've dealt with yellow personally shoving a mace down my throat if he wanted to, because I had Max there.."

"..."

"But you, got rid of him" She hissed, the large fireball flying towards me. Quickly jumping over it, I sighed.

"Monica, I did-"

"YES YOU DID!" She screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "YOU GOT RID OF HIM AS SOON AS YOUR STUPID TOD THING WAS OVER!"

"IT WASN'T MY DAMN FAULT!" I screamed at her, my rage finally boiling over ."IT WOULD'VE HAPPENED ANYWAYS, REGARDLESS OF THE TOD OR NOT!" I took a deep breathe, calming myself down . "Max is...was, a impossible child..Born of two eras, mixing of past and future...By changing the future as you BOTH did..." I sighed, scratching my head. "You made sure you erased Max from history, since Elena never went back to Gerald's time.."

"..." She stayed silent, a slight hiccup coming from her. "...I could've spent more time with Max there...in that hell hole of a ToD.."

"I know..."

"And you, just had to end it.." She said, bitterness clinging to her voice. "...I hate you, with all my heart and soul..."

"..." I sighed, turning around, slowly leaving the room, a sobbing Monica in my wake.

In a space between spaces

Looking around the pure white plane, I saw Max, floating around. He looked towards me and smiled, waving.

"Hey!"

"Well that's new.." I mumbled. "Hey. Why aren't you mad at me?"

"Huh?" He said, cocking his head, scratching his hat. "What do you mean? Why would I be mad at you?"

'...Did he forget...?' "Because of the ToD?"

"Oh, that. No, I don't hate you because of that." He said, laughing and rolling around the place. "I actually wanted to thank you, to be honest."

"What...?"

"Well, you gave me a lot more time to be with Monica." He said, spinning around the place. "I got to talk to her more, have fun, and meet even more new people, like Toan and Xiao. How are they, by the way?"

"...They hate me, but they're alright...I actually think that out of everyone, you're the only one who doesn't hate me...Why is that?"

"Well, I kind of get why you did what you did. I mean, you didn't really have a lot of attention on here to begin with, and the ToD sort of..boosted your ego, although a bit too much.." He smiled, laughing.

"How the hell can you be so cheerful...? You don't exist anymore..."

"Well no, but here I get to do whatever I want. Fly around, create a lot of crazy ideas, and I don't have to worry about food."

"What about Monica?"

"Well..." He stopped floating around, shaking his head. "I do miss her...A lot actually.." He clenched his fists, a slight tear streaming down his face. "I mean...we didn't get to say a decent goodbye..."

"..."

"But, I hope she's happy, with all her friends, her father and such." He said, a smile quickly working it's way back onto his face, as he summersaulted through the air.

"Max..."

"I just want her to be happy." He said softly, taking off his hat for a brief second. "With or without me, that's all I really care about...even though I miss her a lot.."

"...She's not happy though...She misses you like crazy..."

"...I miss her too.." He let out a sad sigh, slowly walking around the ceiling. "But, what can I do? It's not like I can talk to her anymore.."

"...There is a way you can, actually..."

"Hmm?" He said, staring at me. "how?"

"...Just remember this Max, you owe me." I said, quickly disappearing from the space between spaces, a confused Max scratching his head.

"Huh?"