'Great, she needed the space. Too bad she wouldn't get any.'. After waiting half an hour, she crept downstairs and pulled the blinds down. She needed space. After looking the door, she looked around at the flashes of memories she got from things and put the radio on. ''It's not over'' by Daughtry was next to be played and it was still true in her mind at least.
As she sat down, the song started to play and she cracked at long last, sobbing. She couldn't stop. The flashes were hitting her all at once- 'Max, the shooting, Alex, oh ALEX!'. Her mental scream of agony, guilt and pain was enough to wake up Michael. 'The song was wrong, she couldn't start over, there was no way to fix this, Alex was gone and there was NOTHING she could do. It hurt so fucking badly. Could this song please just SHUT UP?!'. He sat up. The song was nearly over.
'What the hell was going on here? Was Liz in danger. No, she was having a breakdown instead in her head. Then he heard the radio and her sobbing. She was done being strong.' Then the song changed and he sensed something in her head snap. 'She wouldn't do anything stupid, would she?'. That thought alone made him move. Going to the door, he noticed she'd melted the look.
Going to the kitchen, he unlocked the door and crept in. Liz was sat in the group booth, clutching a photo and sobbing her heart out. The song was ''You can't take me'' by Bryan Adams. The more she listened, the more she stopped crying. She stopped crying at the end of the song. ''Damn it Alex, why did you have to be my price? Well, no one else will be and if I can I will somehow get you back, I promise you I will.''. The photo was the prom photo he realised. Realising she would be ok tonight, he crept back out and locked the door, going back to sleep, troubled by what he'd seen.
The next morning, he woke up and noticed the lock was still melted. Sighing, he unmelted it and walked in. Startled, he found her curled up on the floor, asleep but OK with the prom photo in her hand. Holding his hand over her head, he checked her state of mind. Her wall was down but her shield still up. Overall, she would be fine. 'Phew, he'd had a strong feeling last night had been close- to what he wasn't sure he'd want to know.'.
Liz was waking up from what seemed like a long dream. She noticed her bed was cold. It was the floor. Slowly last night's memories crept in. The pain in her had finally been broken. She only hoped she hadn't woken up Michael in the process. Looking around, she noticed Michael in the kitchen. Slowly getting up, looking down at her arm, she gasped. 'She must have healed it in the night. Her powers had started to settle down now, she could feel the difference.'.
Liz finally, properly smiled. 'That second song was right. So was the first in a way, she could make things right this time round after all.'. Stretching, she looked at the prom photo. As quietly as she could, finally at some peace with herself, she went upstairs, not minding that Michael had unmelted the lock. Michael however just looked in the direction she'd left in, puzzled.