Later that evening Isabel was in her room. She locked the door and grabbed her yearbook. She was going to dream walk her. It was about 10 in the night so hopefully wherever Liz was she would be asleep. Isabel concentrated and fell asleep in the plane that was dreams.

Isabel found herself in the Crashdown. It was empty. It felt lonely. It was eerily quiet. She heard a noise and saw that it was Liz. She got up to get a drink. Liz noticed in the corner of her eye, a figure. She saw that it was Isabel. She was prepared though. She knew Isabel was smart and would either be doing this for herself, but most liking for Max. Before she left she told Maria and Alex to be extra careful when they went to sleep. She told them to not think of her and the baby, but dream of happy thoughts. Liz remembered Alex making a face. He said to her, "So if Isabel is in my dream it's because of you, and not me. Man, does that suck ass."

Liz got her drink and went over to Isabel. She didn't think she would notice that she was there. But this is Liz Parker, you can't fool her.

"I'm not telling you where I am," Liz said cold-heartly, "I'm happy" she lied, "I don't want to talk to him or anyone of you. I came here to get away from the mess that is Max and Tess, I don't belong there. You're bad for Alex," this one was for the win, "You play him on and say you're not interested and then what? You flirt with that geologist. What's his name? Grant who is clearly much older. Alex is a wonderful person. I don't know why he puts up with all your crap. He deserves someone better, someone human." Liz slammed her fist on the counter top. She just let everything spill and thought of things that would make Isabel hate her. She probably already hated her for what she did to Max, he probably told her already.

"Liz, I always knew you were bad for him, I thought we could trust you. Why come back? Stay where you are. Max doesn't deserve you, he's happy, he..he's..with Tess." Isabel didn't know what to say. So she knew Liz and Tess had an unspoken animosity between each other. She was so angry. How could Liz say such things? She wouldn't understand, she didn't. After a year of what they have been though and Liz was acting like...like such a bitch.

It took a lot for Liz to say those things. She didn't mean them, ok maybe the stuff about Alex. It was true. She was miserable in New Orleans. It was nothing like Roswell. And the school web site? Totally lied. She hated it, she was away from her friends, and was away from Max, but she couldn't look at him. She had a hard of enough time when they would have class together. Her apartment made her feel so alone. No one ever stopped by. She couldn't go out, she would have pains in her womb. She thought that her baby was in danger, but she couldn't let anyone know about it. She would occasionally phone Maria and tell her what was going on and she took it upon herself to mail her some herbal remedies she read about.

But she had to make this believable. She stood up and dragged Isabel to the door. Almost there, Liz would think to herself. "Get out, I don't want you in my dreams," she yelled. She pushed her out. When Isabel was outside of the Crashdown, the floor opened up. She fell in the black hole, she screamed for dear life.

Isabel woke up. She let out a little scream. She put her hand over her heart. Never did she see Liz be so mean. It was so real.

Max was in his room changing cds when he heard his sister. He raced to her room and found her gasping for air.

"Iz what happened?" he sat on the corner of her bed. She hugged him tightly and he saw what she did. He saw her yearbook to the page that had Liz's picture.

He pulled away, "Why did you do that?" He stood up, he slowly paced the room, "You heard what Maria and her parents said. She wants her privacy, why do you think she left?"

"Max, I wanted to give you some answers. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You looked like you've had your heart ripped out. What did she do to you? Tell me, don't leave me out," she pleaded with her brother. She wanted answers.

"I don't want to talk about it, its in the past, leave it that way, I don't want you to bring back what happened?" Max said. It hurt, but what was done was done, if he couldn't get Liz to talk to him personally, he didn't want his sister to be the mediator.

"Fine Max I just wanted to help you, go back and sulk, but I won't watch," Isabel said. I didn't even get a thank you. Try to help and look what happens. The moping man lives on.