It's hard to remember how long Max has been in this forest by now, and her arms and legs are starting to ache. Throw in the fact that she's trying to stay quiet, and the whole experience is really starting to get exhausing and tense. And they've been walking in an almost random pattern, as far as she can tell. But she just has to trust that Chloe knows where they're going, that she remembers the event... Max looks over at Chloe- so young, altered so heavily by the event, but still her Chloe, and for once in the right state of mind. And it's so easy to trust her.

Max freezes for a moment- there might have been a noise ahead of them, like someone talking. She's only ever talked to Tim once, and has never even met him in person. But... but maybe it's him. She's not sure.

She grabs Chloe' wrist and pulls her behind a big, moss-covered tree.

"Chloe- over there."