It was difficult for Max to stand still for longer than a few seconds after he woke up on the floor in a completely winded and disoriented state. Ultimately he began to pace, and that quickly made him feel like a caged animal. Thus he let his feet take him outside of the room and through the hallways that might as well have been mazes. Was this purgatory? Heaven? Hell? Where did people like him even go?
As hours passed by Max remained diligently observant while taking in his surroundings, the side conversations of others, and the general temperature of people he passed. He started to transition to the possibility that this wasn't some astronomical place in between life and death. This was real. That realization started an emotional crumble inside him. Where was Michael and Isobel? How did he get here? Where was here to begin with? Who had plucked him from the caves of Roswell? Did said being see their pods? Each unanswered question his brain thought of caused a feeling of anxiety to grip tighter on his chest. It took a conscious and disciplined reminder to compartmentalize his emotions and focus on facts.
Fact one- he couldn't leave this mansion. Whatever put him, and all these people, here wanted to keep them in. Fact two- he had no powers. He couldn't feel Isobel or even Michael. He couldn't feel anything, and he couldn't spark anything to resurface no matter the amount of concentration he inputed. Fact three- he was given supplies. He was given accommodations. He was given instruction. Everything seemed intentional and organized which led Max to believe he was apart of some messed up hostage situation...but how did they know about his powers? Should he have drilled Noah more for answers? Been more persistent in finding out answers like Michael had been?
Max had been gnawing on the cuticle of his thumb, trying to rationalize the answer to that particular question, when he passed the entrance to the conservatory. The sight of sunlight caused him to stop and immediately backtrack. The distraction was a welcomed one as he walked into the seemingly tranquil emersion of sun and plants. Ironically the change of scenery managed to quiet his mind for a moment. Just a moment. Until the sight of a blonde caught his eye. Then every emotion he was capable of feeling rushed to the surface faster than he ever experienced before.
"Isobel?" he called out with a confused frown on his face. He turned the direction of his body completely and started walking up to her. Each step got a little faster in eagerness to see if it was truly her. Part of him, however, didn't let himself believe that he had in fact found his sister.