Chapter One

Flash. A man with a long black leather duster and a brooding look on his face. His name was Angel, though how she knew this she could not tell you. Flash. A woman, with sleek brown hair. Cordelia Chase, though this name was also a mystery to her. Flash. Skyscrapers. LA skyscrapers. This too was a puzzle, as she was certain she had never been to LA . Flash.

Liz Parker awoke with a start, her mind racing. Who were these people invading her dreams? Why did she instinctively know their names, and why was she sensing that they were close? Too many questions without answers plagued her thoughts for the second night in a row. She was worried now, and desperately needed to talk to her boyfriend, Max Evans. She knew she was being irrational, that these people must be figments of her imagination, yet somehow they felt real. She glanced at her bedside clock. 7:30 am. She was running late, so she decided to wait until she got to school to talk to him. For now, she needed to get dressed. Liz climbed out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

Maria Deluca walked into Roswell High with a smile on her face. Things were looking up, though after the last few months this wasn't hard. When her boyfriend, Michael Guerin, had killed Pierce, he'd re-built that tough stone wall she had spent so long breaking through. Then they had discovered that Max, Isabel, Michael and Tess had a destiny. The once strong group had been split down the middle. Those with a destiny and those without. However, eventually the aliens had decided that their destiny was in their own hands, and Max and Isabel had began re-building their relationships with Maria's two best friends, Liz Parker and Alex Whitman. Michael had simply remained behind his stubborn stone wall, but with Maria's gentle perseverance it had finally crumbled to dust a few days ago. Hence the smile. The group now also included a new member, Kyle Valenti, who had been caught in the crossfire of the fight with Pierce, and healed by Max. Maria walked down the corridor and stopped beside her locker, where she had promised to meet the rest of the 'I know and alien club' that morning. She looked up as Isabel Evans and Alex Whitman strolled towards her, oblivious to the stares they were receiving. Something told her that today was gonna become very weird very quickly.

Max Evans parked his Jeep and rushed into School. Something was telling him that Liz desperately wanted to talk to him, that she was worried. His eyes searched the halls, looking for a familiar face. Suddenly, she was there. Her long brown hair shone around her glowing cheeks and deep, intoxicating eyes. Liz. The love of his life. He walked towards her.

"Hey" She quietly declared.

"Hey yourself"

"There's something I wanna talk to you about. I know this is gonna sound strange, but I had a dream last night. A weird dream, and there is something telling me that it's more than that, though why I do not know." Max listened as Liz began to tell him about her mysterious dream, realising too that this was important.

Walking hand in hand down the hall, Max and Liz approached the rest of their close nit group. Michael stood leaning against Maria's locker, listening intently to the conversation between Maria, Isabel and Alex. The only people missing were Kyle and Tess.

"Hi guys" Max called as they drew closer. "Anything interesting happening?"

"Yeah, Michael and Maria have broken their record. They haven't fought for three whole days!" Alex quipped.

"Funny, Whitman. Real funny." Michael replied dryly.

"And your wrong anyway Alex. It's four." Maria retorted.

"What's four?" Tess inquired as she and Kyle walked up.

"Never mind" Max answered. "We have something more important to discuss."

"Really? What could that be?" Isabel asked.

"Mysterious dreams that Liz has been having. Flashes of places that she has never been. Memories of people she has never met. Something is up, and I don't like it." Max became serious.

"Their like visions of someone's life" Liz continued explaining. " And they feel too real to be simply dreams. They feel supernatural, like the flashes I get from Max."

"So what do you wanna do bout it, chica?" Maria gently prompted.

"I don't know. Something tells me to go to LA, since I keep having images of places there. But I want to know what you lot think."

"I think we should follow your instincts" Kyle decided.

"I agree. If there is something in LA relating to the whole 'Czechoslovakian' situation, then we need to go to LA" Michael sounded sure. "Hey, even if there isn't something there, a trip sounds nice."

"So…..when do you wanna go?" Tess queried.

To be continued...