It had been a year and a half since they'd left Roswell. Eighteen months of traveling through city after city, stopping periodically for short times, but leaving before anyone could become to attached to the temporary home. Max had grown irritable with their travels and frequently spoke of how he'd be happier in a white room. Liz was very talkative now, and had almost given them away various times. She talked constantly of how she couldn't wait to tell her parents of her adventures. Sadly being reminded that she may never see them again by Isabel. Isabel had gotten over her longing for home and her husband by cleaning everything in sight. The others would often make messes just to see someone having fun and moving about her corner of the van. The 'new' Kyle had decided he wanted to be black, and couldn't go through five minutes without throwing in yo dawg or ya pimp. Michael on the other hand had grown into Mr. mature. only sleeping when he knew someone could keep watch or the others were safely hidden away. Paranoid of being recognized he hacked off his long hair and spiked it again, the spikes usually fell flat by noon, but at least he tried. And of course Maria- the youngest of the group. She'd taken the departure the hardest. Her usual happy self had plummeted to an all time low. Her eyes sunken and dull, and her pale cheeks lacking the old colour they once held. Everyone heard her quiet sobs late at night, but chose to ignore it and look forward to what may or may not happen in the near future. Somewhere near Maryland the VW van filled with broken dreams and crushed hopes, holding three humans and three aliens traveled deep into the darkness..

TBC?????