"So a girl comes in acting all alien like, you ask her if she knows Max, and she says yes?" Maria and Liz were on their way to Michael's apartment. Liz had called Max after the girl left. Max had said he would call the others.

"Look, I know, it was kind of stupid to bring up Max, but she just seemed so.undangerous.

"Liz-just-I just hope this turns out okay." They pulled into the UFO Museum parking lot and walked to Michael's apartment upstairs. Everyone else was already there.

"So what's this about?" Michael was a little annoyed to have everyone in his apartment. I mean, didn't the others realize he was still upset over Adam, Cameron, and Trevor? And was Max really so eager to get back into the alien thing?

Just as Liz, Max, and Maria were about to say something, there was a knock at the door. Max turned to get it. He stopped with his hand on the knob, unsure. What could be on the other side of the door?

"Max!" pleaded a little voice. Baffled, he looked at the others. They exchanged frightened looks.

"Max! Please, help me!" The voice grew louder, the girl seemed desperate.

Max gulped and turned the knob. He felt weak. He struggled a little pulling the door open. As light came in, everyone flinched. But it was just a little 11 year old girl! The laughter of escaping danger filled their souls, but they remained silent. Michael was the first one to speak.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Michael-." Max and Liz seemed to be sticking up for her.

"Hey! We don't know what's going on here. We can't be fooled by appearances." He indicated her non-threatening form.

"Look, let's just sit down and talk." Max headed over to the living room and sat on the broken beanbag chairs. Everyone except Michael joined him obediently. Michael rolled his eyes and reluctantly followed. He sat a little away from the others.

The girl had made her way towards Max and was now leaning into him, almost sitting on his lap, as if for protection. He looked around for an explanation, but noone could offer one. For the sake of diplomacy, noone said anything.

The girl pulled Max's arm around her.

"Name me, Max," she insisted, pleaded. He was taken aback.

"What?"

"Name me, Max," she repeated.

"Who are you?" Isabel gets defensive when she's scared. Liz trusted this girl. She was quietly waiting for the explanation she had been promised. Alex is smart and sensitive, as he demonstrated ever further with,

"She can't tell us. She's waiting for Max to tell her."

"But, why?" Liz was trying to be as friendly as possible, but she really wanted to know.

"Explain yourself, and maybe I won't have to kill you." Michael said, joining the group. The small defenseless child clung to Max.

"I'm a siesie(author's note: pronounced "seezee"). I'm a child of twins. I'm different."

"A child of twins..........You mean.Max and me?" The siesie seemed ashamed.

"Yes." Max turned her to face him.

"We're your parents.(?)"

"Yes, which is why you have to name me, Max!"

"Why is it so important to you to have a name?" She paused.

"Alex, everyone has a name. I just.want my daddy to name me."