In the Chicago, Illinois lived a young boy named Alexander. Alexander had always known he was adopted. His parents never kept it from him. He loved them, they were amazing parents. They told him why they named him Alexander when he came to them as a baby. There had been a note, anonymous, from a parent of the child, asking whoever took him in to name him Alexander, Xan for short. So they respected the wishes of the people who made it possible for them to have their son. Xan's earliest memory was confusing. It was just a vision of being laid on a bed by a tall man with dark hair, and sad eyes. It was one of his only memories of whoever his real parents were. The second was of the same man standing with a small brunette woman, looking on sadly as xan rode away in a car. He told his parents of those two, and they thought maybe the man and woman were his biological parents and he was remembering leaving them as a baby. But he never told them of the 3rd memory. It was the most confusing. It was the first man and woman together, smiling and kissing and looking at each other with pure love, they were young, then they got older and looked at each other with sadness as they were joined by four others, two women and two men, and they got into a car and drove away waving goodbye to him. He didn't know what it meant. He thought that maybe that was his real family, but he also knew he would never find them, not if they didn't want to be found. But he wanted some answers, like why they didn't want him and why he had almost milk blonde hair if his parents both had dark brunette locks. Max and Liz were in Indiana, heading west to Chicago. They gang decided to go to the city to work a little and help people, but they didn't know what they were about to find. It was when the stopped for lunch in a deli. They saw young boy with pale blonde hair with his mother. He was waiting in line but kept staring back at them. Particularly at max and liz. Before he walked out he passed their table and slipped max a folded paper. The paper said: Please, meet me at the park across the street in an hour, I have to talk with you, please. He had seen them, and he knew that it was the people from his memories. He wrote out a note and slipped it to them before he left. When he got outside, he told his mom that he would hang out with some friends in the park, and would be home later, she let him go and then he went to wait. They had decided to go, after all it was just a kid and there had been stories all over the country of the mysterious 6 teenagers who helped kids and people in need. Maybe he needed help. His heart leaped when he saw them head towards him. "I'm Alexander, and I remember you." He said when they reached him. "Remember us?" Max asked. "I have memories of you and you" he said pointing to max and liz, "and I need to know why." Max looked at this boy. "What kind of memories?" it had been twelve years since he had seen his son, and now, he had the sneaking suspicion that this was that boy. Alex told them everything. Now he pointed to liz and max, noticing the rings on their fingers. "Are you my parents?" liz and max exchanged a look and liz rushed away. Max followed her. ""listen kid, give them a minute" Michael said, the realization that this was Xan, Max's son. "max, that's your son, your and Tess's son!" "I know love, I know, and I don't know what to tell him" he kissed her forehead to reassure her. "Everything will be alright" he said. "so what will you tell him? He thinks I'm his mother! Why max?" max explained giving Xan the memories when he said goodbye to his son. How he showed the two of them together and the rest of the group. " I wanted him to have something, but I hated tess so much then that I couldn't give him anything of her." "So what to we say max? do we tell him the truth about tess or let him think that I am his mother?" max thought. "I don't want him to know the truth about tess or us. He can't know about our past." So they walked back to their family and Xan. "we are your parents Xan. And this is the rest of your family, your aunt maria and Isabel, and your uncle Michael and kyle. We named you for a friend of ours who died, alex. What else do you want to know?" so xan asked the question he had wanted to ask for his entire life. "why didn't you want me?"