Meanwhile, across town in the Evan's household, Max and Michael are in Max's room.
"I can't believe I dumped her Michael, I love her so much,"
"You know we can't get attached. We need to find our family, and a way home."
"This is home Michael. We have been here our whole lives, ever since we came out of the pods. The ship crashed in '47, how do we know we even have a family still?"
"How do you know we don't?" Michael retorted with the volume of his voice rising.
"You and Isabel are all the family I need."
"You just don't want to find a way home because you like it here. You have the perfect family, a mother and father who love you, and a popular sister who adores you. Well newsflash Maxwell, I don't have the perfect life. I have a drunken foster father who only keeps me around for the monthly check."
Michael's thoughts wander to when they had just come out of the pods. They were walking through the desert of Roswell, completely naked, alone and scared. They couldn't talk yet but they could communicate mentally. They saw headlights coming down the road and Max and Isabel held their hands out for Michael to take, but instead he hid behind a huge rock. Turns out, the car belonged to the Evan's, who were on their way home from a trip. They immediately fell in love with Max and Isabel. They brought them to the adoption agency and when no one claimed them, they were adopted by the Evans. As for Michael, he was found days later just wandering aimlessly around the desert. He had been bounced from foster home to foster home, never staying long in one place. Then he was placed with Hank in the trailer park. He was drunk and abusive. On Michael's first day in the third grade he had seen a boy standing by himself in the corner of the playground. Michael had walked over and immediately known that he was one of the kids from the desert. The boy had looked up and smiled at him… he had known too. Max had grabbed his hand and had run over to Isabel, who was in the middle of a group of kids. She had looked at him and without anyone saying anything; she had pulled him into a hug and started crying. They had been a family ever since.
"Max, look I'm sorry, you and Isabel are my family, but I want some answers. I want to know where I'm from and who I am."
"I want to know that too, but it's too risky to do anything. We don't want to expose our secret. I know you don't like living here, but it's all we have… there's no where else to go."
"I don't mind staying here. It's my own fault for not grabbing your hand. I'm going to sleep now."
"Ok. Good night Michael."
Michael lies down on the sleeping bag that he has used so often in the past 8 years and falls right to sleep. Max thinks of the love of his life and how he had hurt her a lot.