“I need to know the truth"

Uma das cenas que é eleita uma e outra vez pelos seus fãs como uma das melhores, é a cena em que o Max e a Liz conversam na escola, após o confronto de Liz com o Xerife.

É, sem dúvida, um momento muito confuso da (nova) relação que se começou a desenvolver entre eles, em que ainda há muitas dúvidas no ar e muitas explicações por dar.

Apesar do ambiente naquela sala de expressão plástica estar impregnado de tensão, a forma como eles falam um com o outro, através da pureza cristalina de sentimentos ali demonstrada, torne aquela cena tão especial para os "Dreamers".

Disclaimer: Written for love, not for profit. The characters do not legally belong to me. They belong to: Melinda Metz and Laura Burns who created them, Jason Katims who developed them, 20th Century Fox Television and Regency Television who produced them and the WB and UPN who broadcasted them.

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     Meanwhile, Liz found Max in his Gym class. The look in her eyes was all it took for Max to know there was trouble ahead. He followed her in silence, wondering why she was walking so fast. With her back on him the whole way, Max couldn’t tell if Liz was angry or scared. He sensed something bad, something very bad had happened to her. As soon as they got to the art room, Liz turned unexpectedly. “I need to know the truth Max. I need to know everything. Or I'll – I'm just gonna go to Valenti and I'm gonna tell him everything I know.” She’s definitely scared, Max thought, trying to think of a way to help her. It would mortify him if Liz was scared of him. “Okay.” He said in the most serene tone he could phantom. “Okay.” Liz echoed, taken aback by his calmness. She took a piece of paper from her coat pocket and Max couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Liz had made a list! Liz always made lists when she was searching for answers or when she was gathering hypothesis to form a theory. “All right. Here we go. Where did you come from?” “I don't know. When the ship crashed I wasn't born yet.” Max said, in the same calm tone. “So there was a crash?” Wouldn’t he like to know... “All I know is it wasn't a weather balloon that fell that night,” he said, more assertively. Liz was prepared for that answer. She did the math again, quickly, in her mind. “The ship crashed in 1947. Your 16...” Max knew the numbers would never add up. He had done the same math many times in his head, along with Isabel and Michael, but they never reached any satisfying conclusion. “We were in some kind of incubation pods.” “We?” She was prepared for that too, or so she thought... Her head spun faster. “Isabel and Michael are also...uh...” She took a deep breath, although oxygen felt elusive. “Okay, well, that, answers, um, that question,” she babbled, while she waited for her power of speech to come back to her. 

“Um, what powers do you have?” “We can connect with people, as uh, you know,” he started, torn between how self-conscious he had felt when he had let her reverse the connection and how excited he was that she was still there, asking him questions, instead of running away from him in terror. He wondered what she had seen. He wondered if she knew how he felt about her... “We can manipulate molecular structures, and... we can...” He added. “Wait, what does that mean?” Max searched for a way to show her. He saw a clay sculpture and used his powers to change its molecular structure. Liz saw Max wave his hand over the sculpture and, just like that, the clay faced turned into nothing. He waved back and the face reformed. She saw it, but she couldn’t quite make herself believe it. “That's, uh, that's how I healed you,” he explained. “Max, who else knows this?” “No one.” “What about your parents?” “We don't tell anyone. We sorta think our lives depend on it.” “So when you healed me you risked all of this getting out didn't you?” Liz asked, wondering why he had trusted her to keep this secret. It dawned on her that her life was in no way more important than the lives of three people – three very special people that if certain government agencies got their hands on... “Yea,” Max said, interrupting her train of thought. “Why?” She wanted a rational explanation, one he couldn’t possibly give, because he couldn’t explain to himself exactly what he felt for Liz. “It was you,” he said, simply. Max didn’t regret what he had done. Yes, he had broken a pact, but he had done the right thing! Liz couldn’t stop thinking about what she had felt when Max reverted the connection in the Crashdown... She smiled, lost in her memories, certain that Valenti was wrong.

WE WANTTO BELIEVE!