The four of them sat around the broken-into cabin Chloe had been calling home. It was evening by this point. They had left the car across the street, parked at the beach and walked the rest of the way, back across the street and deep into the redwoods. The cabin had a kind of bay window, that looked out to nothing, really, just trees. Alain sat against it, smoking a joint, Rachel sat with her head down against the counter in the kitchen area, Chloe was pacing back and forth, smoking a cigarette she took from Rachel. Gail sat on the bed, not really sure what to say now that the initial joy of finding Chloe was waning. She felt the same guilt Rachel did, about last night, and the kiss before that. And she was horrified by how grim the entire situation had become. Bleak. At best. Alain and Rachel filled them in on what they'd heard. They'd mostly been quiet since these revelations, that were new to Chloe and Gail. They bounced some ideas back and forth, but none of them really stuck. They had to do something. They just didn't know what.

The bad thoughts had mostly left Chloe's head, replaced with a desire to do something, anything, to get them out of this. Even if she herself couldn't. She wasn't going to go out without kicking and screaming the entire way. She wouldn't back down, like she had almost been ready to. All it took was one look at Max...Gail's face to bring her fire back. The fire that both Max and Rachel had fallen in love with. She had also picked up on Rachel's tension towards her, like she'd done something wrong. At least, more wrong than everything she'd already done. Chloe had decided she needed to have a talk with Rachel, alone. When the opportunity arose. Gail also still sounded more like Max than Gail, they had always had the same voice...but there was a slight difference in tone, that Chloe thought probably only she noticed. Could notice. Something else that needed to be addressed. She didn't know that Rachel could tell too.

'I remember...I remember everything….Chloe, I forgive you for everything...'...how much do you remember, Max?

She was pacing absentmindedly, but her mind was in a thousand places.

Eventually, it came to her.

"I can call David...just to like, see if he's come up with anything...make sure he's alright", Chloe said, stopping suddenly. Rachel didn't look up, she just made some sound of defeat mixed with a laugh.

"What happened to 'i'm a Leo, we don't look back', Rachel? Stop dwelling and help us", Chloe said, suddenly aggravated with Rachel's presence.

"You...I wrote that to Frank...how do you…", Rachel said, lifting her head.

"I know a lot more than you think I do, apparently, Rachel", Chloe said, more harshly than she intended.

The tension between them was just making Gail feel worse, she decided to steer the conversation back towards wherever Chloe had been going.

"Chloe...how? We can't use our phones, and even if we could, they're probably dead by now...there isn't even any such thing as a payphone anymore...not out here, anyway..."

"Alain…", Chloe said, she didn't want to drag Alain any further into this, but she had already involved him enough for it to be an issue, but he didn't seem to care, most of the ideas that were bounced around came from him. And most of them ended in running. Alain reminded Chloe of herself, albeit a younger, in mind anyway, version of herself. A little too much. She guessed that's probably why she liked him, "... you got a phone?"

She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of this sooner, but then she also hadn't realized exactly how fucked she was, she knew she was going to be in trouble, but she was not prepared for how hard it was going to come back to her. Through everything, she had really forgotten how high of a profile Jefferson had. She knew the police were going to be after her, but she hadn't exactly expected to be wanted on the entire west coast, and most likely further so quickly. She'd hoped David could end this before that happened. She knew the Prescotts had to have had some bearing on this, too.

Oh..how naive I am...fucking still...and i'm how fucking old now?

"Uh...yeah, but why?", Alain asked.

"Because they aren't looking for you...they don't know you're with me."

"But...what if it's tapped on the other end?"

Chloe actually laughed.

"David...let...himself be spied on? No. If anything is impossible anymore, that might be it."

"Are you sure?", he asked.

"Positive", Chloe and Gail said at the same time, Gail again sounding more like Max.

...herself?

"Uh...alright", he said. He pulled his phone from a pocket in his jacket and held it out to her.

She took it and dialed from memory, David's number was burned into her mind after everything that had happened, even if a lot of it had only ever happened for her, now.

David had tried to rally some help, but hadn't come up with much. He wanted to have something, or someone, that could help Wells and himself find what they so desperately needed to take Jefferson, and by extension the Prescotts, down for good, but he was coming up empty. Wells had called him several times, but he ignored it for the time being. He found himself thinking about Chloe. Hoping she and her friends really were alright, out there. He felt a fatherly instinct that he hadn't before this began. He had always loved Chloe, as much as a damaged veteran marrying a recently widowed woman with a daughter who hated him could love that daughter, anyway. He was seeing now though, that he had pushed her, in a lot of ways, further into her rebellious streak. That may not have changed how things turned out now, but...it mattered. He hadn't been a good stepfather, he knew this now.

He pushed her way too hard. Every time she pushed him, he pushed back harder, and it just built and built...and built. He swore to himself to make this right, somehow, even if he couldn't change the past, maybe there could be a future for himself, Joyce and the girl he was quickly coming to look at as his daughter.

He was about to finally call Wells back when his phone rang. He didn't know the number, and feared it could be someone that meant no good, but he, for some reason, felt he needed to answer it. He did.

When Chloe re-entered the Cabin, she found Gail lost in thought, lying on the bed, tinkering with her Polaroid camera, the same one Max had used, Rachel hadn't moved, she'd put her head back down onto her arms on the counter and may have been asleep. Alain stared absently out the window, watching the trees move gently in the light breeze, through the window he had been sitting against.

Chloe closed the door gently, quietly. Out of character for her, but then she felt she was losing herself a little more every day. She wondered if Gail and Rachel had noticed, as she looked at her three friends, two of them much more than friends. She barely recognized herself in the mirror. In fact, she had punched the one in the bathroom the night before, somehow she avoided cutting her hand, but she also wondered if anyone had seen the broken glass. What scared her wasn't that she had blonde hair and was missing her tattered tank top. What scared her was that she had lost a lot of her sarcasm. Her brash attitude. The bad jokes. She just didn't have the same attitude. She was starting to feel a lot less like Chloe Price and a lot more like a stranger. Her fire may have returned, but she couldn't see it. Never in her life, this one or the one before, had she ever really had to take responsibility. Before, she had gotten away with doing pretty much whatever she wanted, yes she had gotten sick, but it led to her reconciliation with Max. And they had lived such an easy life, after that. That she remembered, anyway. There was something else, another thing she had to talk to Rachel about. Something regarding where she'd been before, but she didn't even know if Rachel had the answer.

It hit her in that moment, looking at Gail, so much like Max, lovingly examining her camera, Rachel, someone who shouldn't have even been here, someone that...she never expected to see in the flesh again, as she dozed lazily in the kitchenette. Alain, the newest member of their pirate crew, gazing absently out the window, his head probably full of a lot of the same thoughts her own had been, once. The role reversal hit her. Max had always been responsible. For her. For herself. And for everyone. Even in the wake of a disaster they had brought upon Arcadia Bay, she had been the responsible one. She had needed Chloe to lean on. She had needed Chloe more than she needed her own life, as their old life had proven...but she was the responsible one, she had made so much of her short life, before there was ever a Gail Roberts, Chloe had just been herself to a degree that spiraled so far out of control it ended up killing her...again. For good. At least, until now. Chloe was having serious questions regarding the nature of life itself. How in the fuck was she here again, really? Could anyone pull what she and Rachel had? If they could, why hadn't William? Why hadn't everyone? Was there something in the grand plan that was just really devoted to fucking her...no...not her life...Max's life, up? Or were they supposed to do something more? Had they gotten it wrong the first time? The storm? But what about this time? Had they missed something before?

Fuck. Why us?

She eventually loudly cleared her throat, breaking Gail and Alain's trances, Rachel looked up, groggily. She tossed Alain's phone back to him.

"News?", Gail asked.

"We have a really...limited time frame. Well, David does. Daddy Prescott is on his way. If David doesn't get something together before then...Rachel...you still down for Cancun?"

Rachel just looked at her absently, before putting her head back down.

"I'll...take that as a no", Chloe said, "...Jefferson scattered what he could. Wells and David are working together. Nathan is actually helping them. Kate is safe. I still don't know how they are going to swing this, though. Alone. David is stuck where he is. Wells is….Wells. Nathan's a fucking psychopath….maybe not a bad one, after all, but still a psychopath."

"Shit", Gail, muttered.

"Yeah", Chloe said, not much louder.

"You should have let me go", Rachel said suddenly, loudly. She was looking at Chloe again.

"Rachel...don't...don't even-"

"I'm a mess, Chloe. I'm a fucking mess. This all could have been avoided if you'd just let me go. None of us would be in the shape we're in. The position we're in."

"Rachel...we've been over this already…"

"Yeah, I know. You lo-... but I don't love me, Chloe."

Chloe was lost, she hadn't been there for Rachel's meltdowns with Gail, she knew Rachel was...damaged, but she hadn't seen her at her most vulnerable, like Gail had.

"Rachel...stop it", Gail said, standing up from the bed, not before gently setting her camera back in her bag. She walked over to the kitchenette and put her arm around Rachel's shoulders, "...we've been over this. Nobody wants you gone, Rachel. We all want you right here. With us."

….what the fuck…, Chloe thought.

"You don't need me now, Gail."

"What about last night, Rachel?"

"...what about last night?", Chloe asked, suspiciously.

"Maybe…", Rachel said, as she stood up, brushing Gail's arm away in the process, "...it only meant something to me."

That was it, Rachel stormed right by Gail, Chloe, and Alain who had said nothing, just quietly observed, out the front door.

"...can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?", Chloe asked. By someone, she of course meant Gail, as Alain was as lost as she was.

Gail couldn't meet Chloe's eyes, she was suddenly overcome with embarrassment, the guilt returned.

"Chloe...I think we should go after her, right now. She could get lost or something. I'll...explain later", Gail said, still unable to meet Chloe's gaze.

Chloe sighed, she already had a feeling she knew what had happened, to some degree. But Gail was right. They needed to stick together.

"Alright, Gail."

By the time they caught up with Rachel, it was getting dark. Rachel had briskly moved down a trail through the redwood trees. They had no idea where she was going. Rachel didn't even know where she was going. In truth, she was running from her demons. That was all there was to it, mentally running from them turned into physically running from them. From Gail. From Chloe. From herself.

"RACHEL", Chloe called after her, they'd been following her for a while now.

"Fuck off, Chloe...just...fuck you", Rachel said back, finally stopping in a clearing.

"Fuck off, Rachel? Fuck me? Fuck you", Chloe's patience for Rachel's attitude was gone.

Chloe turned back to Alain and Gail.

"Alain...take Gail back...I need to talk to her", Chloe said much more gently.

"What? No, we're in this together, I-", Gail protested.

"Gail...just, trust me", Chloe said. She wasn't going to get a better chance to talk to Rachel alone.

"Alright..."

"I'll take care of her", Alain said reassuringly.

"I know, thank you", Chloe said.

They turned to head back to the cabin, Chloe turned back towards Rachel. Rachel leaned back against a tree and then slumped to the ground. Chloe closed the distance, slowly.

Chloe sat on the ground, with her back to the tree, next to Rachel.

"You got a smoke?", Chloe asked.

Rachel pulled the pack out of her shirt pocket and tossed it in Chloe's general direction, without looking at her. Chloe retrieved it from the ground, taking one and holding the pack back out to Rachel.

"Keep it."

"Rachel...what the fuck? Just, what the fuck?"

"We made such a mess, Chloe. This is no way to live. You did this so everything would be better. Look how that turned out. It all backfired. And i'm the cause. At least, most of it."

"Rachel…."

"No, Chloe, listen to me. Have you ever considered that maybe this, all of this, is our storm? Maybe this fucking mess is our punishment? The guilt? Do you feel it too? Or are you still living in your perfect dream world where nothing ever goes wrong and-"

"Yeah...Rachel. I actually have thought about that. I never had a dream world, just a hope for a better one. And look, we're all alive. All of us. So at least I did that much. I may have fucked everything else up hella bad, but you have to give me that one."

"But I shouldn't be, and you know that."

"Do I?"

"You should."

'I don't know. Sometimes….I don't feel like myself anymore. Or...I do feel like myself, and not the person i've become over all these years."

"Is that why you broke the mirror?"

"Saw that, huh?", Chloe said through an exhale of smoke.

"You read my letters to Frank."

"You were dead. And I didn't know that yet. We were trying to find you….I think."

"You think? So...you're getting it too."

"What are you getting?", Chloe asked, though she already knew the answer.

"My memories from before are getting….hazy. Like-"

"Like they're slipping away. Yeah. Mine too. And it's hella fucking frustrating."

"And Gail keeps remembering more and more, Chloe…."

"She remembers, we forget?"

"I don't think it's that simple. That doesn't even make sense."

"I know. It feels more like we're building towards something, doesn't it? But I don't know what."

"Maybe this really is our storm. And a choice will have to be made...", Rachel said, sadly.

"No, fuck that. I've already made my choices, Rachel."

"Have you?"

"Yes."

Chloe went silent for a few moments.

"I slept with Gail", Rachel said, passively, she expected Chloe to be furious, but she didn't really care anymore. Chloe wasn't, though. Had it been Max, one hundred percent Max, she'd be wringing Rachel's neck, but things were different now. Gail was Max, but she was also something else. And Chloe had, after all, had her thoughts about working it out between the three of them.

"Is that what this is about, Rachel?", Chloe asked, taking a long drag from her cigarette.

"No. Not exactly, anyway."

"Then what is it? Why are you telling me to fuck myself? We've been over this, you didn't have to come."

"I know. But I did."

"Because you love me."

"I do. But...I love her, too, Chloe. I've never felt so...normal...as I did last night."

Chloe grunted at this, she wasn't angry per se, especially since the three of them had experimented together, but the thought didn't exactly make her happy.

"So is this about how selfish you are, or-"

"Okay, fuck you, Chloe, really. I don't have to take this, I was going to leave once before, and I certainly still can."

"Rachel...it was a joke. Chill. I really want to know a few things, though,", Gail already knew the things Chloe wanted to know, but Chloe wasn't aware of that, "What was the deal with you Frank...and Jefferson...and who knows who else? Really, what were you thinking?"

"I wasn't, Chloe. Obviously. Drugs. Being young and hopeful...stupid, actually. I never wanted to hurt anyone, Chloe. I didn't even realize."

"I don't even see how you couldn't have. I mean fucking really, Rachel? You lied to-"

"Yes, I know. I've been through this with Gail, I was a miserable lying junkie whore who only cared about myself. I know. I guess I still am, minus the junkie part. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Rachel, I-"

"And while we're on this subject, let me ask you something, Chloe. What if I had still been around? What if I hadn't fucked up? What if Max never came back? What was she to you, really? I know you tried to model me after her...or what you thought she'd be like then, whether you even realized it or not, but you did the same thing to her. My clothes, Chloe? Really? Was she just your fucking consolation prize? Gail….Max...deserves better than that."

"Okay, you know what, fuck you, Rachel", Chloe snapped, moving to stand up, but Rachel grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.

"Look...i'm sorry, Chloe. I'm just so fucking torn. Over you, her, the choices we've made...it's just so fucked up. All of it."

"I fucking know that, Rachel. But don't you ever, ever, fucking accuse me of using Max."

"...i'm sorry. I know you wouldn't."

"And I never tried to model you after her, Rachel. Maybe I saw some things in you that reminded me of her, but I didn't actively fucking try to change you."

"Heh...I always felt like I needed to please you. You know, before."

"Before...you didn't have to try, Rachel. You did just by being there. And then you left me."

"I was murdered, Chloe."

"But you left me long before that."

"Yes. I did. And it was the worst mistake I ever made. But...here I am now."

"Yeah…."

"Now that it doesn't matter."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to."

"Rachel...I love you. You do know that, right?"

"Yeah. I do. Otherwise you would have let me go. But do you love me like I love you….like I love Gail? Like you love Max?"

"When did you become one to label things, Rachel?"

"I feel like it matters, Chloe. You have no idea how fucked up I really am. Gail does, unfortunately. I broke down completely without you."

"But you made it here."

"Because she helped me, Chloe. She's one of those rare people. One in a lifetime. She-"

"Didn't even have to do anything to help you. She just does….by being there."

"Yes."

"Which somehow led to you eating her out in a motel room."

"...how do you know it was a motel room?"

"I didn't, but thanks for the info."

"Are you mad at me? I would be. I understand, Chloe. I really do."

"No. If it was Max, really Max, then maybe I would be. But she isn't just Max anymore", a single tear rolled down Chloe's cheek.

"She's the Max you wanted. One that didn't have to go through-"

"Go through what, Rachel? Look at what I ended up putting her through, anyway. We both fucked up. She's something else. And I love her. But she's not-", Chloe was starting to cry for real now. Break up completely.

"Chloe…", Rachel said gently, putting a hand to her shoulder.

"She's not my Max, Rachel. My Max is in there, but she's also something else. And in the moments I see Max in her, i'm happy, but in the others-"

"You're lonely."

"I don't get lonely anymore, Rachel. I just get mad. See; the broken mirror."

"There's still a way, Chloe….if you can still do it. Have you tried?"

"What?"

"Have you tried to rewind again?"

"No. And i'm never going to. I'd rather live like I never did it."

"But what if it came to you having to do it, Chloe?"

"Then I deal with it like a normal person would."

"What if I died again? What if Gail-"

"Stop it."

"Chloe...there is a way. I've been thinking about it. You could have Max back, for good."

Chloe already knew what Rachel was thinking.

"Stop it, Rachel."

"And then i'd be-"

"STOP IT."

"Okay."

"I'm never losing either of you a-fucking-gain, Rachel. Never."

"And you called me selfish."

"Is it so selfish to want the best for both of you?"

"Or...the best for you."

"No, Rachel, if I wanted the best for me…."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You would have taken the chance to get Max back, for good."

"No."

"You're a horrible liar, Price."

"And you're a pretty girl with serious problems."

"So are you."

"Arcadia Bay damaged goods club, population, us."

Rachel actually laughed at this.

"Yes."

"What do I do, Rachel? I love her more than anything, but she's still so much of a...stranger, now."

"Do you want my honest answer?"

"Yes."

"Do what I did. You hold onto her and you never let her go."

"So I have to fight you for her?"

"No. Because i'd rather be alone and see you happy."

"Rachel…", Chloe said, taking Rachel by the shoulders and looking directly into her sad hazel eyes, "...you will never be alone."

By this time the clearing in the redwoods was lit only by the moon. Chloe and Rachel's conversation continued for a time. A plan was forming in Chloe's mind.

"So, that's the story so far...or what I know of it", Gail finished. She had recounted her side of the entire thing to Alain, mostly to take her mind off of the sinking feeling she had about whatever Chloe and Rachel were talking about. They'd been gone for a long time.

"So you have this...bizarre love triangle?", Alain asked.

"I guess, sort of. But it's like loving for two different reasons. Chloe is home. Chloe is the missing part of me. Rachel is...:"

"Like a ghost that just keeps haunting you...not necessarily in a bad way, I mean...Chloe said something like that, once."

"...I guess."

"Do you think they're okay out there? They've been gone for a while…"

"I...have no idea. I hope so. So what about you? Why do you trust us so much? Who does Chloe trust you? For all you know she blew Jefferson's head off for fun and we're all in on it."

"Mutual despair, I guess. And I don't believe that. Though...she may have enjoyed it. Given the circumstances."

Gail and Rachel had both already considered this, but even if she had, she certainly wasn't now. Gail saw the broken picture, the empty whiskey bottle, the broken bathroom mirror. Chloe was angry. At what, exactly, was the question. Maybe not angry, maybe just lost.

Before Gail had time to consider this further, or Alain could ask any more questions, the door opened, startling them both. Chloe and Rachel came in together. Rachel had obviously been crying again, Chloe's expression was just….Chloe. It was impossible to tell if she was upset or not, but their body language suggested they had worked out whatever it was they needed to. For now, anyway.

"Right so, i'm fucking shot. I'm going to sleep", Chloe said, completely disregarding the wondering looks from Gail, who was sitting on the bed, nervously playing with her hair and Alain, who was leaning against the counter in the kitchenette.

Chloe didn't say anything else, she just pulled her boots off, took her hoodie off, exposing her sleeved arm and the injured one to Alain for the first time, and slid into the bed, next to where Gail was sitting. Rachel walked over to Alain and asked him something Gail didn't catch, but he followed her back outside.

"Chloe...what's going on", Gail asked, she was scared, guilt-ridden and somewhere between Max's timidness and Gail's curiosity.

"Come here, Gail", Chloe said, holding her arms open to the smaller girl.

Gail immediately cuddled up to Chloe, it felt so...right. But the guilt of her feelings for Rachel was killing her.

"Chloe I...Rachel...and...I...we-"

"I know. Rachel told me", Chloe said gently, her face buried in Gail's hair.

"You...you're not mad?"

"I don't know what I am anymore, Gail. No...not mad."

"But, it's so wrong...I just-"

"Shh...I know. I know. Just….shh. Let me enjoy having you to myself right now."

"Right now?"

"Shhh"

"No...what do you mean, 'right now'?"

"Don't ask me that, please."

"We're going back, aren't we?"

"...how did you know?"

"I don't know. I feel like-"

"We're building towards something, yeah, I know."

"Chloe...we can't just go back to Arcadia Bay...we-"

"Are going to be hella careful."

"But why?"

"Because...David needs help. And there's nobody else who can help him, or even believes him, except Wells, who is for all intents and fucking purposes, fucking useless."

"How do you even plan on helping, Chloe?"

"I'm going to have my own chat with Nathan, somehow. And we're going to go from there."

"Chloe...we can't know he's even telling the truth."

"He is, he gave David some evidence already. He wouldn't incriminate himself if he wasn't."

"...I don't like it, Chloe...we can't just…"

"Walk right back into the storm?"

"...yeah, that."

"Well...sorry, kiddo. That's exactly what we're going to do."

"Then what was the point of...all of this? Running here?"

"I would already be in jail if I stayed. Rachel probably would be too. And you would be…"

"...alone."

"I don't even like hearing you say that word."

"Chloe…"

"Shhh", Chloe held Gail even tighter to her.

"How much do you remember, Gail?", Chloe finally asked.

"...everything. Chloe."

"Everything as in…"

"Everything up to this week...and parts of this week...as it was how you said."

God fucking dammit, Rachel was right, the timeline isn't fixed…

"...and you still slept with Rachel?"

"Chloe...i'm not all me, all of the time."

"...what?"

"I'm not always who I am right now."

"Who are you right now?"

"Not...Gail."

Holy fuck…

"M-...Max?"

"Yes."

"I….holy shit….I...Max...I", Chloe stammered, she was lost for words. She had noticed the slight change in the tone of Gail's voice, but didn't realize it went so deep.

"Wowser, Chloe. We really...fucked this up. Bad."

Chloe couldn't respond right away, she just let the tears flow freely and embraced Gail even tighter, if that was even possible.

"I know...i'm sorry. I-"

"We need to fix this, Chloe."

"I...I know...and we're going to."

"But I don't think going back is-"

"There isn't any other way, Max. You know as well as I do...we'll never escape that fucking town."

"Seattle...New York...all over the world. We tried. But we wound up right back there, in the end."

"Max...HOW MUCH DO YOU REMEMBER?"

"More than-"

Before this could be answered, Rachel re-entered the Cabin, breaking the moment.

"...and it's gone", Gail said, sadly.

Chloe was a lot less sad about it, she did not want Max to recall that much.

"Pretty boy is coming back around seven, tomorrow morning. He said he vanishes sometimes so his mother won't really care if he isn't around for a few days", Rachel said, obviously expending effort to not look directly at Chloe and Gail, so close together.

"Right…", Chloe said, she was still somewhere else.

Was...was she really just...fully Max?

"Wait...he's coming with us?", Gail asked, and she was Gail, now.

Chloe couldn't answer, she was too torn over Gail's...relapse into Maxitude.

"...what...happened, Chloe are you alright?", Rachel asked.

"I...yeah….fine. Yes...he's coming, I guess he agreed. M-...Gail, we need someone who won't be recognized, my hair isn't going to fool people there...and you guys...just...yes, he is. Plus he's got the car."

"Which will draw absolutely no attention, at all", Rachel said flippantly.

"They aren't looking for a Superbird, Rachel. Now get in bed."

Rachel hesitantly obliged. Chloe somehow managed to get her arm around both Gail and Rachel, the three of them barely fit together on the small bed, Gail in the middle and Rachel on the other side, but they all needed to be this close to each other right now, whether they all realized it or not. Chloe kept herself awake until she was positive the other two had fallen asleep, even though she was exhausted. Gail fell into a peaceful sleep, surrounded on both sides by the people she loved most, pretty quickly, despite the awkwardness of everything. She was just glad to have them, right now that was enough. Rachel took a little longer. Chloe couldn't see her face, but she could tell she was awake, could almost feel her thinking. But eventually she drifted off, too. Only then, did Chloe let her fatigue take over, she didn't want to lose Gail, Rachel, or Max. Never again. She knew they were walking into a nightmare with what they were going to do. She had no idea how life would ever be anything resembling normal. She had no idea how this was going to work, the feelings between the three of them. So, she just took Rachel's advice, and held them both like she was never going to let go.

David had been about ready to finally call Wells back, after sorting himself out. He hadn't been prepared to hear from Chloe. And he had hoped that when he did, he was going to have better news.

Just...Thank God she's alright...for now.

He had no idea why Wells hadn't shown up by now, it was getting late and David had promised he'd have something for him this morning, somehow. And he really didn't. He knew Wells was going to be angry...scared. Both.

He heard someone enter the room, he assumed it to be Wells, but couldn't be sure.

"Ray", he called.

"No, David", Anderson Berry said, stepping into the room, looking at him. Down at him.

"...Anderson?"

"Officer Berry, David."

"What are you doing here, I made my statements, I-"

"This is strictly personal, David. Between us. As friends."

David felt his chest tighten, he knew this was not going anywhere that could be anything even resembling good. He never liked Berry. And he knew about his connection with the Prescotts.

"We aren't friends, Anderson."

"Where is she, David?"

"I already told you and your boys, I don't know."

"Then who was it I heard you on the phone with earlier from the hall, David?"

Shit.