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October 10, 2013 is the fourteenth entry presented in Max's Journal in "Episode 4: Dark Room".[1] This entry is tailored to the choices made by the player throughout the episode.

October 10, 2013

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Dear Diary.

Let's never do the time warp again. I can't even begin to explain what happened. If I think too hard about the ramifications, my brain might melt. When I try to describe it, it's as if I'm describing something that happened to someone else.

Chloe was so upset when we discovered that Rachel had actually been involved with Frank Bowers and she just blew up. I can never talk to her when she's like this and I just get so tired of having to walk on eggshells around her emotions. She still blames William for her messed up life, no matter how much she knows she's being unfair. I can't say that I wouldn't be just as messed up. Not that I'm not in my own way.

In my room, all I could think was "I wish I could go back in time and help Chloe", and suddenly I was looking at the photograph William had taken of us on the day he died... and it started pulsing like it was 3D, like I could see INSIDE the photograph.

Then I found myself actually back in the photo... to when I was 13 years old. I was back in Chloe's kitchen in the year 2008.

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With Chloe. And William.

"Right before he left to pick up Joyce for the last time. Since my powers somehow morphed to this new level of rewind, I decided that there was no way I was going to let William die again. So I played "hide the keys" until he had no other option but to take the bus."

I was so happy I actually saved William. I never thought about what could go wrong...

I knew I was screwed when I came out of my epic rewind and saw Victoria Chase... but now she was my FRIEND. And I was a MEMBER of the Vortex Club. 'Nuff said.

I knew I had screwed up. And then I felt sick thinking about what might have changed with Chloe... I had a clue when I saw David Madsen driving the school bus. He sure didn’t look so threatening anymore... I didn’t want to know how he ended up as a bus driver instead of with Joyce...

I felt my heart drop when I rushed to Chloe's house. So when William opened the door, I prepared myself for the worst...

That's when Chloe rolled forward in her wheelchair. Paralyzed from the neck down. I didn't even know what to say, so I covered my mouth in my typical gesture of shock and stupid. But Chloe's smile was so genuine and beautiful I almost cried.

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I had to adjust to everything without freaking out or telling Chloe that I actually altered time and space to save her father, but get her in a car accident so she can never walk again. The thing is, she was still Chloe. Just minus all the rage. This Chloe was just grateful to be alive and have her family watching over her.

Chloe begged me to spend the night and, of course, I did. I noticed how run-down parts of their home were, compared to before. I saw the incredible expensive equipment that Chloe now requires, including her new garage room. Sorry, David.

Even though I felt awful and disconnected, Chloe was just so bubbly and excited to hang out with me again, especially since I flaked on her pretty hardcore after her accident. Even in an alternate universe, I’m a shitty friend.

Chloe's world was so new and unique to me, especially her strength and kindness... and pain. She needed a whole pharmacy to get through the day. I didn't feel sorry for her—I felt in awe with her attitude. This Chloe didn't blame anybody for her condition, even though she had the right. We strolled down the beach and saw the beached whales that proved something bad was happening in both realities...

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And then Chloe asked me to put her to sleep.

The accident left her body pretty much broken. Her lungs stopped working properly and she was basically dying a slow, painful death. She also felt so guilty about her parents' sacrifice and dwindling income. She wasn't erratic or tortured about this request, just... practical. Which made me feel even more terrible for putting her in this situation.

But there was no way I was going to help my best friend take her own life. I couldn’t do it, especially after what happened with Kate. I know I should have done whatever Chloe asked of me, considering I was responsible for her situation. But how could I inject her full of morphine and just watch her fade away? I know she was upset, but I just had to tell myself that this reality wasn't... real.

I agreed to help her, simply because she explained that she wanted to have a choice for the last time in her life... How could I argue with that? Especially since I knew I screwed up the entire universe by making a "simple" decision. And I knew I would have to go back eventually and accept the timeline that actually happened... So Chloe and I had one last movie night watching "Blade Runner", falling asleep to the sounds of Vangelis, and when I woke up, I put my best friend to sleep... forever.

After my visit to Chloe's new world, I knew it was time to go Max To The Future. I had seen the result of my temporal tampering and I got scared thinking my new power wouldn't even work anymore. That would've been Cruel Karma. Fortunately, I was able to project myself into the photograph once again and I undid everything I had done...

Goodbye, William. Again.

Hello, David. Again.

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I've never been so glad to see Chloe in my life. The second I saw her blue hair and that beautiful pissed off face I wanted to kiss her again.

I've never been so glad to see Chloe in my life. The second I saw her blue hair and that beautiful pissed off face, I kind of regretted not kissing her when she double dared me. Maybe if she had double dog dared me...

And I couldn't even tell her where I had been... or why. It would be one more thing to alienate Chloe from me and the world. I had to get refocused on our search for Rachel. Chloe had been busy with her detective work, while I was in my alternate timeline.

Of course, she was already upset I'd defended David, even though I still didn't like any of his surveillance bullshit. But it seems like he's trying to help, even though I'm not really sure how. And I have to acknowledge that I simply don't know what the hell he's up to. Not that it stopped me from busting out some of my patented ninja moves so I could get around him to grab some more of his secret X-files...

Of course, it was much easier for me to explore David's garage, since Joyce booted his ass out. That made Chloe more content than I've just about seen her since I returned. I still feel kinda bad for David, but he overstepped his authority. Dismissed. And it's so much easier to grab David's X-files when he's not there!

After we gathered our new info like Halloween treats, I loved watching Chloe go into "Sherlock" mode while we examined all of our clues on our big ol' drawing board. Of course, we all know that she's more of a Dr. Watson, right? Elementary!

Honestly, with all of the impending doom and sadness, I felt so... happy. Just to find myself back in action with my best friend and her butterfly blue hair.

Hella yes.

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But first things first. I really had to go and see Kate. I've never visited anybody in the hospital before, much less anybody who's tried to commit suicide, so I was happy Chloe wanted to come along for support. The antiseptic smell and the endless white halls always kind of weird me out. Or maybe I'm just projecting my own fear of mortality.

When I saw Kate in her room (surrounded by cards, flowers, and balloons), all I could think of was when I saw her the last time... on the roof. Her face was so sad and sincere and helpless then... but now she had more life in her than I'd seen in a long time.

I had no idea what to say to somebody in a situation like this ("How are you, after you almost jumped off a roof?"), but Kate's gentle spirit made it easy. I was overjoyed to see that she was drawing again and making plans for the future. Including plans to get justice for what Nathan Prescott had done to her.

Or what I call REVENGE.

So after getting the inside info and assist from the other members of our team, Chloe and I made our way to the boys' dorm a.k.a. "Nathan's Lair." Chloe stood guard out in the hall and I stealthed my way into Nathan's room.

And even though I've become a master spy and detective, I still get surprised by things I see or find... like Nathan's sleek, expressionist bro cave. It was like walking from light to shadow in a single step. I swear, I could feel the temperature drop the second I walked in. But then, Nathan knows photography and he knows you have to keep the film and equipment chilled (I store my instant film hoard in Mr. Jefferson's classroom).

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Speaking of cold stuff, Nathan's room was layered in creepy shit. The disturbing but impressive photos, all the evidence from his father's bullying, and probably the most important clue we could ever find: Nathan's phone, likely loaded with messages and mysteries. It's not a good thing that I've internalized spying and stealing so casually over the past week... Everyday Hero, amirite?

And that’s when Nathan Prescott showed up. He looked so wild-eyed and out of control that I felt a twinge of sympathy that he clearly needed help. But then I remembered he was also an asshole and had been extremely dangerous to me, Chloe and Kate. So before I had to rewind, Warren entered the scene and my White Knight HEADBUTTED Nathan in perfect payback. I couldn’t believe it. Neither could Nathan.

In fact, Warren literally did GO APE all over Nathan's face. It wasn't cool, but my nerves were so frayed from the week and I was so over all the Blackwell bullies that I didn't try to stop Warren from beating Nathan into submission. Warren had his own issues to work out on Nathan.

In fact, Warren literally started to GO APE all over Nathan's face. It wasn't cool, but my nerves were so frayed from the week and I was so over all the Blackwell bullies that I almost didn't want to stop Warren from beating Nathan into the floor. Warren has his own issues to work out with Nathan, but this wasn't the time or place. Even if Nathan deserved it and I would've been happy to watch Warren show him who was a Blackwell boss now.

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After that dorm brawl, Chloe and I headed to the beach to deal with Frank and see if we could get him to join us. I had to be careful and not get him more agro. He was pissed that we snuck into his RV and "borrowed" his account book. The more I tried to reason with Frank, he went from zero to knife. All I could think was, "This is really happening. I’m outside an RV in a gun fight with a drug dealer." And Chloe shot him in self-defense. Frank Bowers is dead. We saw him die in front of us. I didn’t even know what to think or how....I didn’t even rewind...I know Chloe was in as much shock as me. It was so surreal looking down at Frank’s body next to the ocean where we had played as kids....So our mission to bring Frank onboard ended in his death. Now we’re in bigger trouble – legal trouble. I know Chloe shot him to save me so it was self-defense, but if we didn’t come down here he would still be alive. This is not how I wanted our visit to go. And I don’t want Chloe to torture herself even more over what happened. No matter what, she did save my life. But I’m still responsible for taking a life. What the hell are we doing?

After that dorm brawl, Chloe and I headed to the beach to deal with Frank and see if we could get him to join us. I had to be careful and not get him more agro. He was pissed that someone had snuck into his RV and borrowed his account book... When I tried to reason with Frank, he went from zero to knife. All I could think was, "This is really happening. I'm outside an RV in a gun fight with a drug dealer."

And then, Chloe shot him in self-defense. Frank Bowers is dead. We saw him die in front of us. I didn't know what to think or even how... I didn't even rewind... I know Chloe was in as much shock as me. It was so surreal looking down at Frank's body next to the ocean where we had played as kids... So our mission to bring Frank onboard ended in his death.

Now we're in bigger trouble—legal trouble. I know Chloe shot him to save me, so it was self-defense, but if we didn't come down here he would still be alive. This is not how I wanted our visit to go. And I don't want Chloe to torture herself even more over what happened. No matter what, she did save my life.

But I'm still responsible for taking a life. What the hell are we doing?

After that dorm brawl, Chloe and I headed to the beach to deal with Frank and see if we could get him to join us. Unfortunately, Frank was not in a helping mood. And he went ballistic and attacked Chloe. She shot him in the leg which totally freaked me out even though I feel like I’ve been seeing Chloe get shot all week. All I could think was, "This is really happening. I’m outside an RV in a gun fight with a drug dealer." So our mission to bring Frank onboard was impossible. Now he’s even more pissed off at Chloe – and me. Part of me thinks he has the right since we shot him in the leg, but the other part thinks that Frank would be shot at some point by somebody else. He should be lucky it was by us dorks. I hope his leg is okay and we don’t end up with worse karma. This is not how I wanted our visit to go. And I don’t want Chloe to beat herself even more over what happened. She did defend me. Sigh. But we do have bigger Franks to fry. Or fuck up. Onward.

After that dorm brawl, Chloe and I headed to the beach to deal with Frank and see if we could get him to join us. Unfortunately, Frank was not in a helping mood. He went ballistic and attacked Chloe. She shot him in the leg, which totally freaked me out, even though I feel like I've been seeing Chloe get shot all week. All I could think was, "This is really happening. I'm outside an RV in a gun fight with a drug dealer."

So our mission to bring Frank on-board was impossible. Now he’s even more pissed off at Chloe — and me. Part of me thinks he has the right, since we shot him in the leg, but the other part thinks that Frank would be shot at some point by somebody else. He should be lucky it was by us dorks.

I hope his leg is okay and we don’t end up with worse karma. This is not how I wanted our visit to go. And I don’t want Chloe to beat herself up even more over what happened. She did defend me. Sigh.

"But we do have bigger Franks to fry. Or fuck up. Onward.

After that dorm brawl, Chloe and I headed to the beach to deal with Frank and see if we could get him to join us. I had to be careful and not get him all tweaked out. He was pretty pissed that we got into his RV and "borrowed" his account book but once he saw that we didn’t care about drugs or money only Rachel, he mellowed out. \n\nAll I could think was, "I’m trying to get a drug dealer to help me find a missing girl." Incredibly, Frank actually agreed to help! He knows how naïve and clueless we are so I hope that our sincerity swayed him. I’m still sketchy about him and I can’t be so naïve that I don’t keep my rewind guard up. I don’t know much about him except he sells drugs, has a wicked temper, and he loved Rachel. Even more than his beans. So we get to add another member to our team...BOO YAH!

After that dorm brawl, Chloe and I headed to the beach to deal with Frank and see if we could get him to join us. I had to be careful and not get him all tweaked out. He was pretty pissed that someone had gotten into his RV and borrowed his account book, but once he saw that we didn't care about drugs or money, only Rachel, he mellowed out.

All I could think was, "I'm trying to get a drug dealer to help me find a missing girl." Incredibly, Frank actually agreed to help! He knows how naive and clueless we are, so I hope that our sincerity swayed him.

I'm still unsure about him and I can't be so naive not to keep my rewind guard up. I don't know much about him, except that he sells drugs, has a wicked temper, and that he loved Rachel. Even more than his beans.

"So, we get to add another member to our team... BOOYAH!

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My life feels so surreal at this point, I don't know how to react anymore. I can rewind time and space, but is it aging me before my own time and space? Am I learning things I shouldn't, messing up too much shit... including my own history? Obviously, my nosebleeds and dizzy spells are a bad sign that I'm overusing my powers, but it's become almost part of my nature... or maybe a habit. Power corrupts? Not yet. I hope.

I remember this famous episode of the original Star Trek, where Kirk has to go back in time and let the person he loves die, so the Nazis won't win the war... What kind of fucked up choice is that? What would have happened if I had not been in the school bathroom to save Chloe that day?

But dammit, I was there and thus I was supposed to be there. DESTINY.

So now that we are responsible for ending Frank’s life, even if it was in self-defense, was he meant to die that way? Crumpled up in his own blood on the dirty ground? I don’t know how much more death and violence I can take this week… But I know there’s something bigger going on than poor Frank or poor me...Maybe a storm that will destroy Arcadia Bay...and what else? I couldn’t explain this to Chloe though. She’s devastated about Frank and I can’t blame her. But she can’t give up now. Chloe is a genuine bad-ass but she doesn’t have the luxury of my powers so she has to trust me that this is our destiny. Right? So I can’t be any kind of hero without my faithful companion...and Chloe has to know that she might play the biggest role in all of this apocalyptic bullshit. And now we have Nathan’s phone, David’s coordinates, Frank’s account book and a big board of clues, which brings us closer to finding Rachel Amber. Finally.

So now that we are responsible for ending Frank's life, even if it was in self-defense, was he meant to die that way? Crumpled up in his own blood on the dirty ground? I don't know how much more death and violence I can take this week... But I know there's something bigger going on than poor Frank or poor me. Maybe a storm that will destroy Arcadia Bay... and what else?

I couldn't explain this to Chloe, though. She's devastated about Frank and I can't blame her. But she can't give up now. Chloe is a genuine badass, but she doesn't have the luxury of my powers, so she has to trust me that this is our destiny. Right?

So I can't be any kind of hero without my faithful companion... and Chloe has to know that she might play the biggest role in all of this apocalyptic bullshit. And now we have Nathan's phone, David's coordinates, Frank's account book, and a big board of clues, which brings us closer to finding Rachel Amber. Finally.

So things got a bit out of hand with Frank, but honestly, what else could we expect? He’s not really your everyday hero type, and it was probably stupid from us to hope for a change, but hey, we had to confront him. We tried to persuade him we’re on the same side, but it was a waste of time.

We eventually had to defend ourselves and hurt him in the leg, but despite the rage in his eyes he somehow gave us what we were looking for. He was on the verge of unleashing hell on us, but I think we've avoided the worst. I just hope our paths won't cross again anytime soon.

I still don't know why Chloe or even Rachel would want to hang out with Frank, but I can't suss that out anymore. Maybe if I hadn't left town I'd be less judgmental, but I definitely don't see the good in him... Anyhow, we tried, right? And now we have Nathan's phone, David's coordinates, Frank's account book, and a big board of clues, which brings us closer to finding Rachel Amber. Finally

And the fact that we were able to convince Frank to actually help us gives the most hope I’ve had in awhile. Yes, Chloe and I were stupid to confront Frank like that considering how he reacted before, but I don’t see how anybody can’t say he didn’t really love Rachel Amber. He shouldn’t have pulled a knife on Chloe though, and I don’t like that he sells all these dangerous meds to teenagers, especially Nathan. He needs psychiatric supervision not just baggies of pills. At least he won’t be going to Frank again. I still don’t know why Chloe or even Rachel would want to hang out with Frank but I can’t suss that out anymore. Maybe if I hadn’t left town I’d be less judgemental… But now we have Nathan’s phone, David’s coordinates, Frank’s account book, and a big board of clues, which brings us closer to finding Rachel Amber. Finally. So maybe the tide is finally turning...or the time is finally turning...."

And the fact that we were able to convince Frank to actually help us gives the most hope I've had in a while. Yes, Chloe and I were stupid to confront Frank like that, considering how he reacted before, but I don't see how anyone could say he didn't really love Rachel Amber.

He shouldn't have pulled a knife on Chloe though, and I don't like that he sells all these dangerous meds to teenagers, especially Nathan. He needs psychiatric supervision, not just baggies of pills. At least he won't be going to Frank again.

I still don't know why Chloe or even Rachel would want to hang out with Frank, but I can't suss that out anymore. Maybe if I hadn't left town I'd be less judgmental... But now we have Nathan's phone, David's coordinates, Frank's account book, and a big board of clues, which brings us closer to finding Rachel Amber. Finally. So maybe the tide is finally turning... or time is finally turning...

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This is the moment where all the clues come together and we finally have a location outside of town that may lead us straight to Rachel Amber... and beyond.

After everything that happened with Frank, I had to convince Chloe to keep going forward with me, since I do feel we're at the end of the road... hopefully not the end of the world. But whatever anger Chloe has inside her that makes her so self-destructive is matched by her balls and bravery. Yes, Chloe has gotten me nearly killed, but I know she would die for me. And I can't forget I put her in a wheelchair to slowly die in another reality...

And Chloe is more focused now than before. I told her we have to keep moving forward no matter what and I couldn’t find Rachel on my own. That was enough. Now it’s time to shine a light into the Dark Room...

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Chloe and I loaded up our coordinates and hit the road. We were both quiet, yet excited... it's hard to explain the feeling. Even with all the horrible things happening, I found myself thinking that Chloe and I were part of some greater mystery that involved time, space, and all our fates. I've never had much faith, not the Kate Marsh kind anyway, but I couldn't believe we were being set up for doom after everything that's happened this week.

But I wasn’t prepared for the Dark Room. The coordinates led us to an old "abandoned" farm owned by the Prescott family and I shouldn’t have been surprised that it was actually housing a weird secure bunker that was filled with Prescott memorabilia... and worse.

If there was evil ground zero, this place was it. Cupboards filled with named red binders that confirmed our worst nightmares... not that I even had any clue that our amateur detective work would lead us to this kind of professional hell. When I saw the binder marked "Victoria," my heart started pounding like a jackhammer. Then I had a real clue about what was coming...

I don’t even want to think about the images we saw of Kate Marsh posed unconscious with that motherfucker, Nathan Prescott. She did know the truth about what happened to her even if she couldn’t remember all the awful details… And then Rachel Amber. Delicately composed photographs of her drugged and all over Nathan like some kind of sick goth couple. I couldn’t bear to look at Chloe’s face as she looked at the photos of her abused angel. I felt nauseated. All the hope I was feeding Chloe felt like vapor. And then we saw exactly where Nathan had taken his vicious layout with poor Rachel. In the junkyard.

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We finally found Rachel Amber. Dead and buried. I'm sorry, Rachel. I'm sorry, Chloe. I'm sorry, Kate. I'm sorry, William.

FUCK YOU, ARCADIA BAY.

"High school should be the best years of your life," I've heard over and over from my parents and other experts. Fuck do they know? Tell that to Rachel Amber. Or Kate.I've never seen Chloe so cold and hard. She won't let go of the gun. So we have to find Nathan before Chloe kills him. And if that happens, it will be hard to rewind.

But we’re as close to the end of this nightmare as possible, so I have to block out those images of Kate Marsh and Rachel Amber that will be burned into my retinas forever. There’s still a final secret to uncover and nothing is going to stop us now. Not even a goddamn tornado.

Chloe and I pulled up to Blackwell's parking lot and arrived at the "End Of The World" party. Oh, the irony! We had to get rid of poor Warren fast, who wanted to bask in his alpha glory and hang out with Chloe and me. I can't put another one of my friends in danger. So bizarro to see all the students dressed up in expensive outfits or pre-Halloween costumes, talking and laughing and smoking and drinking, as if there wasn’t a serial killer going to the same party, or the town wasn't in eco-danger...

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As if to remind me of Arcadia Bay’s ticking doomsday clock, I actually saw two moons in the sky over the horizon... or that’s what it looked like briefly before the clouds rolled over. I squinted and actually rubbed my eyes like a dork just to make sure my iris wasn’t foggy. Was this another sign or an environmental illusion? Other people saw it too... Except, Chloe didn’t see anything — besides vengeance. So she went into the gym looking for Nathan before I could catch up. Nathan doesn’t know that he’s running out of time too. No irony intended. We are."

"My first and last Vortex Club party. Flashing lights and DJ Doom (no comment) spinning. In an alternate reality, I might have been at this party, standing in the corner shy and nervous, waiting for somebody to ask me to dance but being terrified if that happened... And that would have been the limits of my problems. Now look at me. But I had to find Chloe first, then Nathan before she shot him.

No matter how evil I thought Victoria was, she's actually just a terribly insecure person with talent, passion, and a tendency to be a cruel dick for no good reason. But that doesn't mean she'll step outside herself to look at me without her hate. I tried to see beyond our petty mean girl drama, assuming she has some role to play in all of this, but she made it impossible and I had to find Chloe. I felt shitty not warning her, but I just have to hope that Victoria is the one person Nathan would leave alone, if only out of friendship or the fact that assholes stick together.

"No matter how evil I thought Victoria was, she's actually just a terribly insecure person with talent, passion, and a tendency to be a cruel dick for no good reason. I have to see beyond our petty mean girl drama and assume she has a role to play in all of this too. So we talked like human beings and I warned her, without specifics about Nathan. She believed me and it felt so warm to make a connection with my previous "enemy." A sliver of light in all this darkness. Let there be more.

"No matter how evil I thought Victoria was, she's actually just a terribly insecure person with talent, passion, and a tendency to be a cruel dick for no good reason. But that doesn't mean she'll step outside herself to look at me without her hate. I tried to see beyond our petty mean girl drama, assuming she has some role to play in all of this, but she wouldn't listen to me and I had to find Chloe. So I just warned her and left, hoping the actual human being deep inside her got the information and considered taking it seriously. Fair enough?

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