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~ Seattle ~

Friday

Liz woke up in Max's apartment.

'It's nice to be home…', she thought while trying to stretch only to realize that she can't move her right arm much and that reminded her that one week ago they were heading for South America.

Many things changed since then. Liz got shot, and that was a wake-up call that she needs to reprioritize things in her life.

Liz wondered where her bolster pillow went. She saw Max sitting on the chair next to the bed with a small desk in front of him that was filled with papers and he was looking at the laptop.

They returned from New York yesterday, and since then Max is busy catching up with work.