After Max and Chloe left the End of the World party in Chloe's truck, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"So what's the plan, Mad Max?" asked Chloe, concentrating on the road.

"I have an idea, but it's risky", said Max. Her heart was beating so fast, she could barely breathe, let alone think.

"Just tell me".

"Okay. Chloe, we NEED to call the police. I know you don't want to, but there's no way we can do this on our own. I'm not going through what happened last time again".

"Sure, Max. I'm sorry. Then what?"

"Then we act normal. We go to Rachel's body. Well, I will. You're going to hide. Once we start walking towards the body, you run and hide behind a car, the school bus, anything. I'll pretend I don't know where you are and walk towards Rachel. Jefferson just wants me. He said himself that you were collateral damage. If we call the police now, it should buy us enough time to catch Jefferson sneaking up on us and he can get caught. That way, neither of us will get hurt", said Max.

"Sounds like a plan, I guess", nodded Chloe. "Should we call the police now?"

"We're nearly at the junkyard, so yes. Jefferson wasn't far behind us before".

"Okay, you call them", said Chloe, handing Max her phone.

Max dialled 911, her fingers shaking.

"911, what's your emergency?" said the woman on the receiving end.

"We've found Rachel Amber's body. In the junkyard in Arcadia Bay. We know who the killer is as well and we've lured him here to the junkyard. Please come quickly, this is our only chance of getting him".

"What? You're putting yourself in a very dangerous situation. Stay where you are, I'm sending the police there now", said the woman.

"The killer's name is Mark Jefferson, he's a photography teacher at Blackwell Academy. There is evidence in a bunker at the Prescott Barn. Please hurry!" cried Max.

"The police are on their way. Do not get involved. Drive to a safe place. Goodbye" said the woman, hanging up the phone.

"Well that's that, then", said Chloe, holding onto her gun.

"Chloe, no! You can't bring that. I'm not having you shoot him. You'll get thrown in prison for murder. Let the police deal with it".

"I don't like this, Max, but I trust you", said Chloe, throwing her gun down.

They pulled up to the junkyard. Max and Chloe looked at each other. This was it.

"We don't have much time, let's go", said Max.

They both got out of the car and made their way towards Rachel's body.

"Stop stomping around, Chloe!" said Max. She had to repeat what she said before. She didn't want Jefferson to suspect anything.

"Right. Just get ready to use your rewind fast if Nathan tries to jump us", said Chloe. She also understood that Jefferson couldn't suspect a thing. He had to believe that they were expecting Nathan to show up.

As they walked through the night, Chloe started to walk faster. Once she was round the corner, she ran off.

Max was alone. She knew Chloe was out there somewhere, but so was Mr. Jefferson.

"Chloe! Where are you?" Max's voice was quiet and shaking. She could hear herself breathe. In the quiet of the night, it sounded deafeningly loud. She slowly walked towards Rachel's body and then she turned around… and looked straight into Jefferson's eyes.

His expression went from calm to slightly startled that Max heard him approach her. But that didn't faze him. He was still going to get what he wanted.

Max saw the gun he was holding in his right hand. She had to knock it out of his hand and distract him in some way. Suddenly she heard Chloe.

"MAX!"

"CHLOE! RUN! NOW!"

Chloe held back her tears, as she ran off to find the police.

Before Jefferson could shoot her, Max grabbed the gun out of his hand and threw it in the opposite direction. There was no way that Chloe was going to die again.

Jefferson slowly turned around to face Max again. The fury on his face was clear. He grabbed Max by her hair and put the syringe to her neck.

"You will NOT ruin this for me", he snarled. "Now that your friend knows about me, I can't stay here anymore. No. The thing is, I can't let you go. So you're coming with me. You'll never see Arcadia Bay again".

Despite her crippling fear, Max summoned all of her strength and punched him hard in the face. The force of it made him fall back, but he quickly regained his composure. He slapped Max round the face so hard, it made her fall to the ground. Max opened her eyes and stared up at the sky. The trees above her were blurry. Then Mr. Jefferson crouched down beside her and pinned her down. His left arm holding her head down, his legs and body holding the rest of her down. There was no way Max could throw him off her. He was just too strong. Max prayed that the police came soon.

Mr. Jefferson slowly brought the needle to Max's neck. Max couldn't move. His face was inches from hers, so much so, she could feel his breath on her face.

"Don't fucking move, Max", he said quietly. "This will only hurt a bit. The next time you wake up, who knows where you will be", he laughed evilly.

Max struggled as much as she could, but she couldn't get away.

"STOP FUCKING MOVING!" shouted Jefferson as he stabbed the needle into Max's neck and pushed down.

"Help… Chloe…" cried Max.

Suddenly, Max felt the weight of Mr. Jefferson's body on her. He wasn't moving. Then as her vision started to blur, she saw Chloe, several policemen and David Madsen holding a bat. They got here. Jefferson was caught. But will happen next?

Jefferson was pulled off her, handcuffed and thrown into a police car. Max was surrounded by Chloe and the policemen. All she saw was a blur of faces. Not one of them was the face she wanted to see.

"Move. MOVE! Where is she?"

Was Max hallucinating? She was sure that she heard Warren. It can't be real. He was too drunk to save her. Wasn't he?

No. He was here. She saw his beautiful face appear above her and his strong arms lifted her up and held her tightly.

"Warren. You're here", whispered Max. She barely had the strength to talk.

"I'm always here for you, Max", he whispered back.

Right before Max passed out, she felt his lips lightly touch hers.

"I love you, Max".

These words were the last thought that Max had before the world slowly faded to black.