Isabel stayed in Roswell, just like Max wanted. She had become somewhat of an invalid. She lived alone, in a small house, with cats to keep her company. Her days consisted of visiting Alex's grave, and painting. She painted all day and night. It was all she had left. No boyfriend, no loves. Nothing. She saw Max daily, usually at her house. And Michael visited whenever he could. But most of her time, was spent at home.


Max smiled back at Liz, and laughed.

"I'm glad she's coming. I know you missed her." Liz nodded anxiously, then jumped off the couch, and scattered across the room.

"I gotta shower!!" She called, and Max turned his attention back to the tv.






The blazing sun forced my eyes open. I yawned, and looked around. This must be earth, I thought. The Elco was gone, disengrated, just like it was programmed to do. I was left with a small case, with food and supplies. Tired, and feeling weak, I started walking. I could see roads, and buildings in the distance. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember what the girl had said. I saw her dark eyes, and heard her words. Valenti. Crashdown. I had to find them...or it. And Max. Max Evans.

I kept walking, but my eyes were closing. The sun was hot, the humidy killing me. I could barely breath. The climate on our planet had always been regulated, and now I was in this...this hot place!! I stopped, trying to focus, but everything swirled around me. I looked up at the sun, and saw my mother's beautiful face.

"Your heir to the throne, Maxwell, you are."
"Mom..."I whispered as my legs gave out, and my eyes closed. My head hit the ground, and that was it. Everything went dark.





Sheriff Kyle Valenti drove down Main Street, towards the open desert. A passing driver had reported some disturbance in the area, and Kyle was always the first to check it out. Couldn't have any alien buddies running around Roswell they he didn't know about. Alan Jackson blasted from the radio as Kyle drove, tapping on the steering wheel. He danced in his seat, keeping his eyes on the road. He picked up a cup of coffee from it's holder, and brought it to his lips.

"Shit!" He exclaimed as the hot liquid spilled down his mouth, and all over his short. He glanced back at the road, and drove past something that looked to be a child. Groaning, he pulled over, and tossed the nearly empty cup of coffee on the ground. Cops were always the worst ruled breakers. Blowing red lights, littering, parking in no parking zones. And they did it, because they could. He kneeled next to the blonde haired little boy, and felt his pulse. It was strong. He rolled him over, and looked at him. There was something so famillar about him. Short blonde curls danced around sun-burned face. Kyle picked him up, and carried him over to his SUV. He gentley set him in the back seat, and turned the AC on high. He sat in the driver's seat, and started to go through the little guy's bag. It was filled with food, and liquids, and a small bottle of pills. He closed the case, and ran his fingers over the top. It had a large symbol in the middle, and there was something to familiar about it. He stared at it, hard, and then realized what it was, just as tiny white hands grabbed around his neck, and he dropped the case.





"Really, Michael. I don't know why you hate flying so much. I love it!" Maria exclaimed, as they left the airport into a rented car. Michael grunted back. He hated flying. Never trusted planes. Maria sat in the driver's side, insisting she drive.

"Michael, we all know I'm the better driver!"

"You? A better driver? Ha Ha ha. Yeah right, Mar. No way."

"You don't even have a license! And I passed my test with flying colors." Michael grunted again and rolled his eyes.

"Sure, Maria. Just go." She started the car, and sped out the airport, almost hitting a cab.

"God, the people here are worse than New York drivers!!!" Maria yelled. Michael sat back and closed his eyes. It was going to be a long drive to Roswell. And he was so scared of seeing Isabel again.




Isabel kneeled down at Alex's gravestone. She was there, pretty red flowers in her hand like always. Monday was Red. Tuesday was yellow. Wednesday was white, and Thursday was pink. Friday was roses, any color, roses for the day he died. She didn't come on weekends. Max wouldn't let her.

"Max always says I spend way too much time here. He doesn't understand how much I miss you. And you miss me too, don't you? Of course you do. You loved me."

"I drew a picture of you today. I'm sure you would like it. I can't show it to Max, he'd be angry with me. He keeps asking me to move in with him, that living alone is making me crazy. I can't leave. How would you find me, Alex?" She pushed a long strand of blonde hair out of her face, and leaned forward to press her lips against the cool stone. She had lost a great deal of weight, and rarely work makeup anymore. Her clothes were mostly black, and plain. She was still very beautiful, but she looked lost, and seemed to be a lost, little girl. She retreated into a fantasy world, and believed...believed that Alex lived with her, in that lonely house.

"I'll be back later, Alex. I have to go. Michael will be here soon. I really don't want to see him, but you know why." Isabel sighed, and stood up, walking away from Alex's grave.

"Goodbye." She called to him.




"Who are you!? Tell me, now!" I demaned, my hands around the stranger's neck. With easy strength, the man pulled my hands down, and twisted my arm. I yelped out in pain.

"I don't know who you are kid, but I'm the Sheriff around here. Kyle Valenti. And you just assaulted an officer of the law." I backed away, eyes wide.

"Valenti?" I asked. He nodded, and turned the car on. I brought my knees to my chest, trying to decide. Valenti. She had said Valenti, right? What if he's not the right person. He'll kill me. I'm not from earth. God, I wish my mom was here. Suddenly, I blurted out what I was thinking.

"Wait. I need you to help me. The girl told me to find you. My name is Maxwell Evans, and I'm not....I'm not from around here."