Max was in his lair writing on a book (not his chronicle).
Phoebe: Hey Max whatcha writing?
Max: *closes his book quickly* Uhh, nothing y?
Phoebe: You looked like you were really focus.
Max: *rolled his eyes* It's nothing now get out!
Phoebe: Fine! *leaves*
Max continues to write in the book.
Later
Max was taking a nap, and Phoebe was after the book. Phoebe tried using her telekinesis to get the book. Max woke up and saw Phoebe. He grabbed the book quickly.
Max: Pheebs, leave my stuff alone!!
He stormed off.
What is he hiding? Phoebe kept wondering.
