4 years later.
Michael climbed into Max's bedroom window at 1 in the morning. Hank had come home drunk again and he was covered with bruises. He held out his arm for Max to heal. "Why do you let him do this to you?" Max asked. He couldn't fathom why Michael would want to stay with a man who beat him. Michael sighed. Max would never understand his situation. When Max had first arrived he would uncontrollably make things happen. But that had long since past. Max began to remember information from another life. He found out that he was from a different planet. Now Max could control what he did. He could still do weird things but only when he wanted to. Michael made things happen but he could never control it. Hank was never there or too drunk to notice these things. The family Michael had been with before Hank, got rid of him when they found him talking to a snake at the zoo. How was he supposed that normal people didn't talk to snakes? And the family before that got rid of him when they found that he had appeared on the top of the house after being chase by an older boy. Michael couldn't control these things and Hank didn't notice them so he could feel a small bit of strange safeness. But Michael just shrugged he couldn't tell max all this. Max sighed and healed Michael's bruises. He then handed Michael a sleeping bag he kept under his bed. Many, many nights Michael slept with this sleeping bag next to Max's bed. Both boys fell asleep.
Michael woke up in a cold sweat. He had had that dream again. Max sat up in his bed; Michael's heavy breathing had woken him up. "What's wrong??" he asked. "I had that dream again." Michael said. "What dream?" "The one with the English lady screaming 'not Harry, not Harry' and then the big flash of green light. It always makes me wake up scared" "Maybe it has to do with how you got here. I mean you had to have had a mother and a name. Maybe you name was Harry." "If someone loved me and named me then why did they leave me here. I mean did they just say he's one lets dump him in New Mexico." "I'm sure they didn't, now go to sleep." "You know that there is only two more days until my birthday." "Yeah my mom wants you to come over. She's going to have a Birthday dinner for you." "No way. Tell her thanks, I'll be there." "Well, good night" "Yeah good night." Michael watched as Max went back to sleep. He realized that the real reason he wouldn't leave Hank was the Evans. If he left Hank he would probably leave Roswell. He couldn't leave the Evans. They were the only family he had. But his mind drifted back to the dream. Was that woman really his mother and was his name Harry. If it was why was here with hank not with her? He couldn't fall asleep that night so he just sat a thought.
Michael climbed into Max's bedroom window at 1 in the morning. Hank had come home drunk again and he was covered with bruises. He held out his arm for Max to heal. "Why do you let him do this to you?" Max asked. He couldn't fathom why Michael would want to stay with a man who beat him. Michael sighed. Max would never understand his situation. When Max had first arrived he would uncontrollably make things happen. But that had long since past. Max began to remember information from another life. He found out that he was from a different planet. Now Max could control what he did. He could still do weird things but only when he wanted to. Michael made things happen but he could never control it. Hank was never there or too drunk to notice these things. The family Michael had been with before Hank, got rid of him when they found him talking to a snake at the zoo. How was he supposed that normal people didn't talk to snakes? And the family before that got rid of him when they found that he had appeared on the top of the house after being chase by an older boy. Michael couldn't control these things and Hank didn't notice them so he could feel a small bit of strange safeness. But Michael just shrugged he couldn't tell max all this. Max sighed and healed Michael's bruises. He then handed Michael a sleeping bag he kept under his bed. Many, many nights Michael slept with this sleeping bag next to Max's bed. Both boys fell asleep.
Michael woke up in a cold sweat. He had had that dream again. Max sat up in his bed; Michael's heavy breathing had woken him up. "What's wrong??" he asked. "I had that dream again." Michael said. "What dream?" "The one with the English lady screaming 'not Harry, not Harry' and then the big flash of green light. It always makes me wake up scared" "Maybe it has to do with how you got here. I mean you had to have had a mother and a name. Maybe you name was Harry." "If someone loved me and named me then why did they leave me here. I mean did they just say he's one lets dump him in New Mexico." "I'm sure they didn't, now go to sleep." "You know that there is only two more days until my birthday." "Yeah my mom wants you to come over. She's going to have a Birthday dinner for you." "No way. Tell her thanks, I'll be there." "Well, good night" "Yeah good night." Michael watched as Max went back to sleep. He realized that the real reason he wouldn't leave Hank was the Evans. If he left Hank he would probably leave Roswell. He couldn't leave the Evans. They were the only family he had. But his mind drifted back to the dream. Was that woman really his mother and was his name Harry. If it was why was here with hank not with her? He couldn't fall asleep that night so he just sat a thought.