The world was spinning. Spinning and turning and flipping and blurring. This was fun.

"Rob? Rob?" Casey asked worriedly. "Are you ok?"

He laughed. "O….K…..no, I'm RU."

"What?"

He looked at Casey. She was beautiful. She looked like an angel.

"You're amazing. You look gorgeous."

A smile slid over Casey's face. "Rob…"

"And you have really nice boobs."

Maria choked on her mashed potatoes, while Casey's mouth dropped open. Michael gripped his fork so tightly that his knuckles turned completely white.

Rob laughed and pulled Casey up out of her chair. "Let's get out of here." He said in a low voice, pulling her out of the house.

"What in the?" Michael fumed.

And then he looked at Noah, his oldest son. Noah was laughing, laughing to the point that tears flowed down his face.

"What's so funny?"

Noah tried to catch his breath. "It's just…It's just…just…Casey's loser boyfriend."

"I think he's cute!" 14 year old Chelsey exclaimed.

"He has big ears." Bianca said, trying to sound more dignified than her 11 years would let her be.

"Look!" Maria exclaimed.

The streetlight in front of the Guerin house seemed to be spinning, refracting light like a disco ball.

"I'll be darned." Michael muttered. "That's just like Max…"

"When he was drunk." Maria finished.

Together, they turned towards Noah.

"What?"

"Noah…"

"It was just a little bit of the Vodka that Mom keeps hidden."

"You know about that?" Maria exclaimed, her mouth dropping open. "Noah James Guerin, you're underage!"

"Are you gonna punish me?"

"I'll do the same thing to you when you bring a date to dinner, Mister." Maria warned her son. "But I don't know about your father."

Michael smiled and patted his son on the shoulders. "Don't worry, Son. I'm not as lenient as your mother."

***

"I was just looking for some milk."

"Can't sleep?" Isabel walked over to a counter and handed him a mug. "One of my friend's mother's swore that milk would cure insomnia. That, and a couple of herbal supplements." She smiled.

Alex filled the mug with milk and took a big sip.

"You remind me…"

"What?" Alex said, looking up into her eyes. Her eyes hadn't changed. They were still brown, the same brown eyes that had begged him to take her to the prom. The same brown eyes that cried when Max was in the white room.

She really hadn't changed at all. She was the same Isabel, his Isabel.

"Never mind. We weren't properly introduced. I'm Isabel Valenti, Jill's mom."

He nodded. "Nice to meet you. I'm Charles."

She sat down at the small kitchen table. "So where did you meet my daughter?"

Alex sat down in the seat across from her. "In…In…In Roswell. I was actually at her house."

"What? I know for a fact that house has been abandoned for years."

Alex gulped. This was the moment of truth. He could come right out and say it. "Isabel, I'm Alex. I've been on a higher evolutionary plane for about a quarter of a century. But I'm back now, and more alive than ever." But that sucked.

A light gleaming outside caught his attention. Was that a ….disco ball? It couldn't be.

And then he looked back at Isabel.

She looked older. She wasn't a fiery young blond, she was a mother raising four children. The kitchen was covered with crayon drawings, some yellowed with age, and some still retaining that crayon smell. Snapshots of Isabel and Kyle with their children at different places were scattered all over the house.

Isabel was different. She wasn't the same Isabel he'd known. This Isabel was a mother. She didn't seem to be as restless as before. This Isabel had purpose—a definition.

He could tell Isabel who he was. But what would that prove? He'd throw her and her world in a whirlpool. He'd hurt Isabel, Kyle, Jill, Tara, Robin, and little Max.

His death had thrown his friends into a spiral of pain and tears. He wouldn't let his being alive do the same thing.

"I'm actually a distant relative" he said in a cautious voice "of the people that used to live in the house. I came to town to see if they were in Roswell, and I found Jill instead."

"Oh. I used to know the people that lived in that house. A long, long, time ago. Before you were born."

Alex chuckled. If only she knew. If only she knew.