”My powers may not last.”

”That’s okay, we will.”

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“Chloe!”

”Whatever choice you make, I know it’ll be the right one.” Then the storm. The choice- all of Arcadia bay wiped out, most of its residents dead. God. They’d left that night, amidst the carnage, in Chloe’s old junker of a truck. Max had been gripping Chloe’s hand like a vice the entire drive.

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They’d been on the rode since the storm, moving place to place- seeing the world.

It didn’t erase what had happened, not by a long shot. But Chloe stuck around, and that made her feel a bit better. Then- a representative from Caledon had seen one of her collections. ‘Artist in residence’- Chloe had been ready to see her off either way, but Max had insisted the two were like a matching set. So they’d let Chloe stick around, thankfully.

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It was no secret Chloe had trouble sleeping, even before the storm- but especially after it, running off maybe two or three hours a night.

Urban exploration was a recent thing Max had gotten into, for- some reason, Chloe didn’t really get it, but she helped.

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Latest target? Some..abandoned bowling alley not far off campus; with a really creepy mascot. It had shut down about a decade ago. Chloe had to help Maxine lift a shelf away from the entrance too- just to get them in.

Only to be met with the sigh of an abandoned bar counter. “Ah yes, let’s- hit the bar.” Chloe commented sarcastically with a slight laugh.

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“It’s..not a bad shot.” Maxine admitted, “When I shoot, I normally try to find a focus. Something to- hang the rest of the collection on.” She admitted, inspecting the bottles that had been left out, the damaged sign.

“..Shit, I mean I guess? You’re the artist here. Let me just-“ Chloe started to respond, reaching to move the bottles. “Don’t- don’t touch them!” Maxine cut in suddenly. “I don’t- move things if I can help it. Leave it exactly how I found them, without human interference.” She explained, quickly, to Chloe.