Max, Isabelle and Liz sit down in a booth, directly behind Max's parents, and eavesdrop shamelessly on their conversation.
"I don't know why Jim gave them a car to use," says Diane. "We don't want them coming to town, it's too dangerous."
"Relax Honey. According to Jim, all they have is that big RV they picked up somewhere. The need something smaller in case they need to make a short trip somewhere. They're not foolish kids, they aren't going to take any risks."
Max and Isabelle shoot guilty looks at each other and at Liz who whispers, "Relax, we know what we're doing."
"Look those stupid FBI agents are still here," says Diane "Are they ever going to leave?"
"May I take your order?" asks the unfamiliar waitress.
"Yeah, can we have 2 large orders of fries," asks Max, "And I'll have a cherry coke."
"I'll have a tossed salad, with the honey mustard vinaigrette on the side, and a cherry coke as well please," adds Isabelle.
"I'll just have a coke," says Liz. The waitress marks their orders on her pad and moves away. In a matter of minutes, the waitress is back, placing their orders in front of them.
"Anything else?" she asks, and in the same breathe, "No, great!" She turns
"Great," says Isabelle, what am I supposed to do with this salad dressing. I can't eat it like this."
Liz whispers something to Max, and he turns around to his parent's booth. "Excuse me, do you have any Tabasco sauce we can borrow?" he asks his mother.
"What, oh sure, here," says Diane as she passes the spicy condiment to her son. Max and Isabelle load their sodas with the sauce and Isabelle also pours it into her salad dressing. When they are done, Max taps his mother on the shoulder and hands it back. As he does, he whispers "Thanks Mom," and turns back to his food.
Isabelle watches her mother's back stiffen as she realizes what Max said. Diane turns in the booth and looks at the three of them, and Isabelle gives her mother a small wave and quickly looks down at her salad to hide the tears in her eyes.
"Philip, I'll be right back, I forgot I had something I needed to tell Nancy," Diane says in a tremulous voice. She walks across the restaurant, and steps behind the counter, takes Nancy by the hand and pulls her out back.
"Nancy, sweetie, first promise me you'll stay calm, because I'm ready to scream, and one of us needs to be sane."
"Ok Diane, I promise, now what's wrong. Is it Jesse again?"
"Look at the booth next to Philip and me. The one with the 3 kids in it."
"Ok, I see them. What's wrong, are they talking about skipping out without paying or something?"
"Nancy, that's Max and Isabelle, and I'm guessing the other girl is Liz."
Nancy's face turns white with shock as she looks out into the restaurant. Composing herself, she walks back out into the restaurant and stops the waitress who served Liz and the others and asks her for their check. She approaches the table and places the check face down.
"I understand there was some dissatisfaction with your meal tonight," she says in a quavering voice. "We at the CrashDown care about our customers, so please accept the meal at no charge to yourselves."
Liz smiles at her mother in understanding. "Thank you, that's very considerate of you," she says. "Do um, do you have a restroom here?"
"Ah, yes, just through that door over there," says Nancy pointing towards the back storage area. "We're remodeling the main restrooms, but please feel free to use the employee rest room."
"Thank you," says Liz as she stands up and starts across the floor. "That's just through that door then?" she questions, one eye on the FBI agents.
"Yes, come on, I'll show you," says Nancy as soon as she is certain that the agents aren't paying any attention to them
"Actually, I think I'll join you," says Isabelle, rising from the table.
Behind him, Max hears his father laugh and say "What is it about these women having to do everything as a group?"
Max turns to his dad with a smile. "I don't know, you'd think they were going of to discover an some
strange unknown alien world or something."
"So, are you kids new in town, or just passing through?" Philip asks.
"Well, actually, we're thinking of settling down here. It looks like a nice place to live."
"Yeah it is," says Philip. "It's a really nice place to raise a family." "Hey Geoff, do you have a minute," he shouts across the restaurant.
"Sure Philip," says Geoff Parker as he comes over to the booth wiping his hands on a towel. "Is anything wrong?"
"No, no, nothing at all, I was just talking to this young man here, and he was saying how he and his wife may be settling down here in Roswell. Do you know if that apartment over on Beech is still available?"
"I'm not sure Philip, but I can probably find out," says a very puzzled and confused Geoff.
"Oh, excuse me, Geoff Parker this is," Philip pauses for a moment and then continues. "I'm sorry son I didn't catch your name."
Max looks at both men and sticks out his hand. "I'm Alex, Alex Whitman, nice to meet you Mr. Parker."
"Nice to meet you Alex," says Geoff as he shakes Max's hand. "I hope you chose to settle down in Roswell, it's a nice town. I'll tell you what; I'll go make a phone call about that apartment for you. He starts to head back toward the counter, stops and then turns around. "What did you say your name was again?"
"Alex Whitman," Max says with a grin.
"Are you here alone Alex?"
"No, actually, my wife and sister are out back using the rest room. I'm afraid I could be here all night waiting for them."
"Oh, well, you know how it is with those women when they get together," Geoff laughs hollowly. "I'll just go make that phone call," he said as he hurried across the room.
Once out back, he pauses for a moment to make sure nobody had followed them. He sees Diane Evans sitting on a dilapidated old sofa talking to a stunning brunette.
"Where?" he gasps and Diane points to the storeroom. He pushes open the door, and a petite curly haired blond throws herself into his arms and whispers "Daddy."