Organization IV

"Remember this place?" Nexan asked.
Maxsodin stared in awe at her old room. She barely recognized it. Surely it couldn't have look different than before, and yet somehow Max couldn't recall how "before" looked.
Everything was neat and tidy. Her bed had been made, her desk organized. Maxy recalled that there had been papers on her desk, drawings and notes and plans.
She looked at Nexan, asking where they had gone with her eyes.
"Confiscated," she said apologetically. "For research purposes."
Max nodded. Nexan noticed the drawn look in her eyes. She dare not mention how tired Maxy looked. More like the living dead than anything. She didn't want to end their peaceful time together.
Nexan motioned for Maxsodin to enter. After a moment of hesitation, she did, her head slowly turning to take it all in. Nexan waited in the doorway.
She watched Max as she ran her hand over pictures, stared hard into them and then gave a defeated sigh. Nexan could tell she was trying to remember everything. She knew it must be ever so frustrating for her.
Maxsodin moved towards her bed. Without even getting under the sheets, she curled up and her breathing became slow and even.
Nexan stared a while longer. She could tell that she had yet to find Max. She was certain she was in there, locked away where she couldn't escape without help. They had found the room, had cleared a pathway to it.
All they needed to do was find the way to unlock the door. Then they could see if the old Max could be salvaged.