Jim had to get to work, so after making arrangements with the others to hook up later, Kyle walks down the street, taking in the sights and sounds of all the people in town for the UFO convention. Stopping, he shakes his head at some of the strange people walking past, he keeps his eyes peeled for any agents that may be watching him. The hot sun beat down on his back as people jostle their way past him. The honking of a horn from a passing car shakes him out of his reverie.
"Excuse me," says a man as he brushes past Kyle.
"Oh yeah, sure, no problem man," says Kyle absent-mindedly. Continuing down the street, he spies a familiar silhouette crossing at a light ahead of him. Kyle rushes to cross the street ahead of the figure, knowing that he won't be recognized thanks the presto chango job he did on his appearance.
Looking back to make sure he is still ahead of the figure he saw, Kyle ducks down an alleyway and turns so he can watch the figure approach. When he is at the entrance of the alley, Kyle reaches out and yanks him into the alley, pulls him behind a dumpster out of sight, and slams him into a wall. He curls his hand into a fist and slams it into the man's face several times. Silently, Kyle proceeds to beat the man senseless.
Dropping the now unconscious man in a heap, and reaches into his pocket for a handkerchief. He swabs the man's face with the handkerchief, covering it in blood. He then takes his fingers and rakes his nails across the man's face. "Consider this a gift from Isabelle," he says to the still unconscious figure in front of him.
Walking away from the man, Kyle stuffs the bloody handkerchief in his pocket, and smiles to himself. Liz ought to be able to get a sample from this blood, and the skin under my nails, he thinks to himself.
"I can't believe Michael arranged all of this," Isabelle says to her father as they sit in the back of the RV. "Dad, it is so good to be able to sit and talk with you."
"Isabelle, honey, your mother and I have been so worried about you," says Philip as he hugs his daughter. "We got Liz's cryptic message about Jesse being and FBI agent, our hearts broke. We know how much you love him."
"Look Dad, I really really can't talk about this right now. Jesse may not even be an FBI agent, he may not even be human."
"What? What do you mean, not human?" cries Philip.
"Just what I said. Liz has some weird theory about the agents being Kivar's men or something. She thinks Tess lead them right to us when she brought Zan back. All this time, I was married to him, and I never even realized he wasn't human."
Philip just hugs his daughter closer unable to find the words to console her. There is a knock on the door of the RV, and Michael opens it and sticks his head inside. "Maria's just about eaten all the grease this wonderful establishment has to offer. We should really head back to the cabin and wait for the others, and we still have to hit the CrashDown and pick up Kyle."
"Ok, Michael, what about Amy? Doe she need a ride, or did she head back into town with Jim and Kyle?"
"She's going to ride with us. Her and Maria are having what Maria calls a gabfest. There just isn't any stopping them. We're going to drop you a few blocks from the CrashDown, park this thing, and we'll meet you there."
"I hear my name being taken in vain," Maria cries as she climbs into the RV, followed by her mother. "Here Isabelle, you didn't get anything to eat, so I brought you some fries."
"Oh. Gee, thanks Maria," Isabelle says doubtfully. "The bag looks wet, did you, ah, drop them?"
"That's not water, that's the grease soaking through," Maria laughs.
"Oh yum," says Isabelle sarcastically. "My arteries can hardly wait to harden." Nevertheless, she opens the bag as Michael starts the camper up and backs it out onto the highway.
Driving back into Roswell, the group is strangely quiet until Michael pulls up to a curb several blocks away from the CrashDown. "Ok, you guys head out, and we'll meet you at the CrashDown in a few minutes."
Amy hugs Maria, while Philip pats Michael on the back, and drops a kiss on his daughter's forehead. "I hate letting any of you out of my site for even a minute," he says as he follows Amy out of the camper.
"Don't worry Dad," we'll see you in just a few minutes, I promise," says Isabelle.
After making sure their parents are safely away from the vehicle, Michael pulls away from the curb and parks in the municipal lot once again. The three climb out of the vehicle and take the back way to the CrashDown. As the approach the back of the restaurant, Maria spies someone climbing the fire escape to Liz's room.
"Michael, look," she cries grabbing his arm and pointing.
"You two get to the restaurant and come up from there. I'll get behind him and block his escape route!" shouts Michael as he takes off running.
