Isabel was walking towards Michael's apartment. She was very angry. At her stupid brother, at Michael for not locking BOTH of his doors, at the whole Stupid world for making this happen to her. She was angry at Dupris. If he hadn't wrecked the ship in the first place, they could have all gotten out of there before any humans showed up. She could have been born on her on own freaking planet. But, then...she would never have met Alex. It had taken her a long time to appreciate him, but she couldn't live without him now. And she wouldn't have Liz or Maria, and she would probably be with Michael...

"The whole thing's just a stupid mess!" she said to herself.

A car pulled up next to her.

"Isabel? Honey, what are you doing?"

"Oh, Mom," she said, like the bearer of bad news, "I have something to tell you."

"I figured as much. Get in the car, let's go home. You can tell us there. Where are Max and the others?"

"Oh. They're, uuum, in our living room."

Mrs. Evans looked confused.

"How did they get there?"

Isabel turned away from her mother.

"What do you mean, 'How did they get there?'" Isabel asked, trying to throw the subject, "They got there like you get anywhere. Come on, let's go home."

Mr. and Mrs. Evans gave eachother a look. They were used to things like this, but they had never gotten the answers they wanted. Maybe this time they would.