Author's Note: Here's the next chapter, sorry it's so short! Thanks for all the great reviews. Max and Liz will meet sometime soon, I promise!



Chapter Eight

"Life vests can be located under or to the side of your seats. To inflate one, pull on the orange tab or blow through the tube with your mouth…"

Liz slumped into her seat. God, she hated airplanes. They were so cramped. Especially at 4 am in the morning. Just four hours until she's be at Roswell, four hours to sleep. Liz felt her eyelids drooping as the plane took off.



*Something was tickling her sides. Liz tilted her face down to see who was teasing her, yet there was no one there. Only a trail of black smoke. The smoke floated lightly upward until it was level with her eyes, then the smoke began to form into a hand. The hand formed into a light first as the index finger curved into a 'come here' position. The hand then started to move backwards, indicating with the finger.

Liz ran after the smoke hand, her hair blowing behind her through the dark mist. Then the environment around her changed abruptly. The mists cleared to show an open field with small yellow daisies on the ground and an open, blue sky above her. Liz continued to run. Her body felt free as the crisp air cut against her face. She jumped as she ran, leaping to an inaudible music.

Then it started to rain. The fields became wet with tiny raindrops. Liz's hair was drenched with the sweet smell of water. Under her bare feet, the daisies sparkled with dewdrops. And she continued to follow the smoky hand.

As Liz ran she felt her worries fall behind her. Her happiness and joy shone through her skin illuminating her toes and fingertips, and all the skin in between. Small bird chirped above her. They seemed to be speaking to Liz. Liz almost thought they were saying: Run, run, to your destiny. Run to him. So Liz ran, and she ran, and her legs never grew tired.

Up ahead, Liz saw the field ended. Taking the place of further fields was a beautiful clear, blue ocean. Liz ran harder as the smoky hand disappeared into the water's waves. Liz dived into the ocean too. Her arms and legs pushed against the clear current as she swam after the hand. She swam for minutes, maybe hours; Liz had no sense of time.

For the first time in a while, Liz started to worry. She hadn't seen any fish or other life in the waters. Her pace began to slow, her arms and legs grew tired and heavy like an incredible weight was pulling her into the suffocating depths of the ocean. Liz struggled to keep her head above the water, taking in each breath sharply.

And then a quickly as she had ran, the ocean disappeared and Liz found herself collapsed on a desert ground. The sand felt like a blanket of feathers, drawing her into rest. Yet just as she was about to put her head down, she felt Him. His sent was everywhere, engulfing her senses. The sent was so strong, so comforting and supporting, that Liz found herself floating upward and into someone's arms.

A man caught her. His strong arms pulling her body close to his in an unmistakable hug. She knew she was smiling, like she never had before. And she knew he was smiling. How did she know that- she hadn't seen his face yet? But she knew other things too. She could feel his thoughts, his happiness at seeing her, his overwhelming love for her, his desire and need for her. And then she knew so much. She knew that this man's name was Max Evans. That he was 26 years old. That he was different... That he was nice to all people, that he loved his sister Isabel immensely, and that he was best friends with Michael Guerin, Alex Whitman, and Maria Guerin. She knew his loneliness and his faith in people. His independence and determination.

It was like she had just put the last pieces together in the puzzle, and now everything fit, it all made sense. She had been running to this man. She loved this man.

And then everything stopped. And Liz found herself on the outside of the scene, looking in. She saw herself frozen in a position of hugging Max tightly, afraid to let go. And then Liz knew that this was a dream. She knew that this was the man who had been in all of her dream for nine years. She knew that he was the one who had caused all those feelings in her, the ones she had written down in her Dream Book. Now the question was, now that she knew this was a dream, when she woke up- would she remember all this? Liz shuddered. If she had to forget all this happiness, she would be so unfulfilled. Why would anyone want to live in sadness when they had the possibility of happiness?*



Liz awoke with a start. The plane shook as it landed on the ground. "Welcome to Roswell, New Mexico," the loud speaker on the plane spoke. "It's 8:15 am. I hope you enjoyed your flight with Continental." Liz sighed. Had she been asleep for all hours of the plane ride?

Wait a second, yes she had. And she'd had the most amazing dream. She'd been running and swimming, and running until she'd finally found Max. WAIT A SECOND!!! Did she just say Max??? Liz answered herself, Yes: Max Evans. 26. Male. Amazingly hot. Has comforting arms. Has lived in my dreams for nine years.

"Hello, Miss?" A stewardess was looking concerned. Liz was the last passenger on the plane.

Liz looked up with the biggest smile on her face. The stewardess couldn't help smiling back. It was contagious. Liz reached her arms up and gave the startled woman a big hug.

Liz jumped up and down, "I can remember! I remember! I remember! I remember!" And then Liz grabbed her carry on and hopped out of the plane. The stewardess just starred at her. They really should stop serving alcohol on planes.