A/N: Here comes the Roswell part of the story. I'd really love some feedback on this, even if people are just telling me that it's a crazy idea.

Part 1. Where it all began.

"All passengers, please buckled your seatbelts. We will be landing shortly. Repeat we will be landing in Albuquerque shortly."

Jo was jolted awake as the captain began to speak. To reassure herself that flying half way around the world was the right thing to do, she reached up and touched the ring hanging on a fine silver chain around her neck.

As she picked up her baggage, Liz showed her passport, not her Australian passport, but her American passport to the baggage controller.

"Would you like us to call you a taxi, Ms. Parker, or would you prefer to hire a car?"

"Hire a car please." She answered, bending over to help as he piled her bags onto a baggage cart.

He wheeled the heavy cart over to the main desk, and began organizing her paperwork, assisting as she filled in the necessary forms.

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Finally she was able to leave the desk, car keys in hand.

"Ms. Parker?" A voice called out.

She turned back to the desk. "Yes?"

"You forgot your bankcard." The man told her, holding the piece of plastic out to her.

"Thank you." She replied, taking the card, and walking away.

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As she unlocked the car, stowing all of her bags in the boot, she thought to herself, 'How long until I start thinking of myself as Liz Parker again?'

A little voice inside her mind answered, 'Soon, soon,' and she knew that it was right.

Now she was going back to where it all began, Roswell, New Mexico.

As she pulled out of the parking lot, spurred by memory she tuned the radio to play what had once been her favourite station, which filled the car with familiar music, making the hours pass quickly.

Other than the growing darkness, it seemed as though it took no time to reach the sign, decorated with a large cartoon representation of an alien, with a speech bubble beside it, proclaiming in bold, black letters, 'Welcome to Roswell, New Mexico. Where close encounters are close, and aliens are closer.'

As the sign came into view she smiled, slowing down to take in the words properly, 'Welcome to Roswell.'

"God, it's good to be home." She said quietly, but with emotion, before pulling back onto the road, driving towards the town.

As she drove past Green Street another car came hurtling out, sideswiping her as the maniac pulled onto the main road.

To try and make sure she didn't get hit Liz turned abruptly towards the side of the road, braking and turning off the ignition as the other car clipped her, scratching the paintwork and making a horrible noise of metal grating on metal, then just watching as the other car passed without stopping.

Her breathing slowed, returning to normal as she gingerly tested her arms and legs to make sure she was all right. She hissed in pain as she moved her right shoulder, and her neck, dimly hearing a car door slam. As she moved to unclasp her seatbelt, someone opened her door.