Kyle ushered them back into the dining room and waited for them to sit. "Michael's luggage is still at the hotel in Kansas City. I'm having it sent here."

"Well," Maria began, "that answers that question…and leaves all of the others, like where did they go and how did they get there…besides the obvious answer of a UFO." Liz's eyes widened and Alex's jaw dropped. Maria cursed under her breath. She had forgotten about Kyle.

"UFO?" He was looking at her expectantly.

Maria was saved an immediate response when Liz gasped.

Cold.

That was his first thought when he awoke. Cold and…different. This definitely was not his hotel room.

Michael opened his eyes and stared up at the unfamiliar gray ceiling with the amber colored light in the center. He sat up slowly and looked around. There were three beds like his in the room, Isabel next to him and Max in the next one down. The last bed was empty, but appeared to have been used recently. "What the hell?"

Max rubbed his eyes to make sure he was really seeing them, "Izzy? Michael?" He shivered as he pushed himself off of the bed and realized that he was still wearing what he had gone to bed in: a pair of boxers and nothing else. "Where are we?"

Isabel crossed her arms a little self-consciously in front of herself. While she could wear the satin ivory nightgown around Alex, Max and Michael were another story.

The hiss of a door opening caught their attention and they all turned to see a young woman and an older man step through.

Michael immediately knew that they were like them. He could see it in their unearthly eyes.

The woman appeared to be the same age as them. Her mass of fire red curls was pulled back in a clip and her silver eyes shone anticipation. She wore a deep blue skirt that came just below her knees and a silver blouse. Her only jewelry was a small amber stone hanging from a chain around her neck and a sparkling diamond on her left hand.

The man beside her had eyes that were a deep brown and his hair was streaked with silver. He was dressed in charcoal pants and a white shirt, along with a long white lab coat. He smiled as he noticed Michael's rapt attention. "Welcome home."

Three pairs of eyes widened and Isabel managed to spit out, "H-home? What do you mean home?"

"Just that." The woman spoke for the first time, her musical voice sounding like it came from the hills of Ireland. "We've been brought home."

"Wait. Do you mean to tell us that we're no longer on Earth?"

She nodded. "That is correct."

"You said we. You mean you've never been here either?"

"I was born and raised on Earth, but I have been here once before when I was younger. That's when I found out that there were more of our kind. I've been looking for you ever since."

Michael nodded slowly, letting all of the information sink in, "What about Maria and Liz and Alex? Are they here?"

The woman's expression seemed distant for a second and then she shook her head, "No. They're still on Earth."

The man beside her frowned slightly, "Give it time child."

She flinched, "Don't call me child, Peter, and don't tell me to give it time." She turned on her heel and left the room.

"Don't mind Lyn. She's having difficulties adjusting again." He turned towards Max, who looked puzzled. "Is something wrong?"

Max looked up, "She-Lyn said that Liz wasn't here…but I can feel her. It's like she's sitting right next to me."