Isabel sat in her car. She was stopped at a crossroads physically and metaphorically, She didn't know which way to turn. There were two roads to choose one lead to Roswell, the other away. Looking inside herself, she knew which way she had to go. She put her car into drive and turned left, away from Roswell.
At the Crashdown, the whole gang sat in silence, they were all thinking the same thing, but they couldn't say it. Isabel was gone. Max had seen her drive away the day before, but he had assumed she had been going to Alex's house. It hadn't been until that morning when Alex had phoned and asked to speak to Isabel that they had realised. That had been two hours ago, and since then Alex and Max had franticly phoned everyone in Isabel's address book, but no one had seen her in days.
"We could try her cellphone" Liz was trying to help, but she couldn't say or do anything that would really help.
"I tried that already" Max was surprisingly calm, but then her always seemed to be on the outside. " It's turned off."
Alex didn't say a thing; he seemed to be in a world of his own. He didn't seem to notice what was going on around him. Suddenly, he spoke; "This is all my fault".
"No, I'm sure whatever's going on, it has nothing to do with any of us." Tess was being as comforting as she could, but everyone knew that no one had any idea what had happened. For all any of them knew, it could all have been Alex's fault.
Isabel had reached her destination for the night, a small town in the far north of New Mexico. After driving for two days she had decided that she should let the others know that she was OK. She reached for her cellphone, and started to dial Alex's number. Halfway through, she stopped. Alex was the last person she wanted to speak to right now, so she started again. Michael was sure to understand that at the moment, she didn't want to be found. She had to be on her own, she needed to know what she wanted to so before she returned.
Alex was sitting on his own in his room. He had his hand by the phone. He kept trying to get the courage to phone Max and tell him everything. He knew that he had to tell Max, but he didn't want to, Max would kill him.
How could they have been so stupid? They were only 17, and now Izy was pregnant. Ok, he was willing to take responsibility, but Izy had gone mad. She had driven off and she had been gone for three days now. He couldn't tell Max, but he had to tell someone. He picked up the phone and dialled Michael's number.
Michael was in shock. First Isabel had called him to say she was safe then, when he was about to call Max, Alex had phoned and told him everything. He had to phone Isabel and get her to tell him her side of the story. He had to, but he didn't really want to.
Everyone was sitting in the lounge at Michael's apartment. Alex had just told them the whole story. Just as Alex had expected, Max wanted to kill him, but thanks to Tess he was still alive. Michael was sat in silence; he had got another message from Isabel. She had been in his dream last night and he was only just realising that it hadn't all been his imagination. She had told him something that he didn't want to hear, but ever since Alex had first confessed that Izy was pregnant, he had been expecting it. Isabel had no idea if the father was Alex or Michael.
Isabel had finally reached the city where she was planning to stay for a while, Austin, Texas. It was busy enough to disappear for a while, and there were plenty of cheep places to stay. The first place she went was to the medical centre 4 blocks from her hotel. They confirmed what she had been suspecting; she was 9 weeks pregnant.
"Honey, does your boyfriend know?" The nurse was sympathetic.
"I don't know who the father is." It was the hardest thing she had ever had to say. "I told my boyfriend that I thought I was pregnant, but he doesn't know that he might not be the father"
"Do you have any idea who else the father might be?" the nurse wasn't judging her, but Isabel felt like a slut.
"I spent one night with one of my best friends, other than that I've only ever slept with my boyfriend." Isabel felt like she should explain everything, but she couldn't. How could she tell this stranger that she and Michael had spent one night together to stop the dreams? OK, so it hadn't been the smartest thing she had ever done, and she had felt horrible for doing that to Alex, but she hadn't thought things would get this complicated.
"Do you know if you want to keep the baby?" The nurse was giving Isabel an impossible option. She couldn't have an abortion, her blood was different from human blood, and she couldn't give the baby up for adoption, what would happen if it started to gain the powers that she or Michael had?
"I want to keep the baby." That was it, whoever the father was, Isabel had decided to take responsibility for it for the next 18 years.
At the Crashdown, the whole gang sat in silence, they were all thinking the same thing, but they couldn't say it. Isabel was gone. Max had seen her drive away the day before, but he had assumed she had been going to Alex's house. It hadn't been until that morning when Alex had phoned and asked to speak to Isabel that they had realised. That had been two hours ago, and since then Alex and Max had franticly phoned everyone in Isabel's address book, but no one had seen her in days.
"We could try her cellphone" Liz was trying to help, but she couldn't say or do anything that would really help.
"I tried that already" Max was surprisingly calm, but then her always seemed to be on the outside. " It's turned off."
Alex didn't say a thing; he seemed to be in a world of his own. He didn't seem to notice what was going on around him. Suddenly, he spoke; "This is all my fault".
"No, I'm sure whatever's going on, it has nothing to do with any of us." Tess was being as comforting as she could, but everyone knew that no one had any idea what had happened. For all any of them knew, it could all have been Alex's fault.
Isabel had reached her destination for the night, a small town in the far north of New Mexico. After driving for two days she had decided that she should let the others know that she was OK. She reached for her cellphone, and started to dial Alex's number. Halfway through, she stopped. Alex was the last person she wanted to speak to right now, so she started again. Michael was sure to understand that at the moment, she didn't want to be found. She had to be on her own, she needed to know what she wanted to so before she returned.
Alex was sitting on his own in his room. He had his hand by the phone. He kept trying to get the courage to phone Max and tell him everything. He knew that he had to tell Max, but he didn't want to, Max would kill him.
How could they have been so stupid? They were only 17, and now Izy was pregnant. Ok, he was willing to take responsibility, but Izy had gone mad. She had driven off and she had been gone for three days now. He couldn't tell Max, but he had to tell someone. He picked up the phone and dialled Michael's number.
Michael was in shock. First Isabel had called him to say she was safe then, when he was about to call Max, Alex had phoned and told him everything. He had to phone Isabel and get her to tell him her side of the story. He had to, but he didn't really want to.
Everyone was sitting in the lounge at Michael's apartment. Alex had just told them the whole story. Just as Alex had expected, Max wanted to kill him, but thanks to Tess he was still alive. Michael was sat in silence; he had got another message from Isabel. She had been in his dream last night and he was only just realising that it hadn't all been his imagination. She had told him something that he didn't want to hear, but ever since Alex had first confessed that Izy was pregnant, he had been expecting it. Isabel had no idea if the father was Alex or Michael.
Isabel had finally reached the city where she was planning to stay for a while, Austin, Texas. It was busy enough to disappear for a while, and there were plenty of cheep places to stay. The first place she went was to the medical centre 4 blocks from her hotel. They confirmed what she had been suspecting; she was 9 weeks pregnant.
"Honey, does your boyfriend know?" The nurse was sympathetic.
"I don't know who the father is." It was the hardest thing she had ever had to say. "I told my boyfriend that I thought I was pregnant, but he doesn't know that he might not be the father"
"Do you have any idea who else the father might be?" the nurse wasn't judging her, but Isabel felt like a slut.
"I spent one night with one of my best friends, other than that I've only ever slept with my boyfriend." Isabel felt like she should explain everything, but she couldn't. How could she tell this stranger that she and Michael had spent one night together to stop the dreams? OK, so it hadn't been the smartest thing she had ever done, and she had felt horrible for doing that to Alex, but she hadn't thought things would get this complicated.
"Do you know if you want to keep the baby?" The nurse was giving Isabel an impossible option. She couldn't have an abortion, her blood was different from human blood, and she couldn't give the baby up for adoption, what would happen if it started to gain the powers that she or Michael had?
"I want to keep the baby." That was it, whoever the father was, Isabel had decided to take responsibility for it for the next 18 years.