anyone is to blame, it's him, he thought bitterly.

Lyn kept her gaze forward as she felt his presence. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

And it was. The light of the two moons filled the night sky, illuminating the acid green clouds. That same light reflected off of the blue-black water that lapped against the shoreline. "But it's not home, is it?" She turned to look Michael in the eyes. She knew his answer already, she just needed to hear it from someone else.

His voice was distant, reaching back to Earth, "No. It's not home." He laughed. "And that's the funny thing."

She shook her head, not understanding.

"My whole life, I've wanted nothing more than to be right here." He waved his arms widely at the surrounding ocean and beach. "But now that I'm here, I just want to go back to Earth. Earth is home. Maria-" his voice faltered, "Maria is my home now."

Lyn smiled sympathetically and began to walk barefoot towards the shore. She glanced over her shoulder at Michael who was still watching her, "Are you coming?"

They walked in silence for quite some time before finding a rock to sit on. Michael was the one to finally break the silence. "Lyn…how much do you know about us?"

"By us…do you mean the three of you, or do you mean our people?"

"Both, either."

"Well…I know quite a bit about our people. I came here when I was eighteen, just after I had graduated from high school. Da had decided that it was time to return."

"Your father?"

She nodded, "Yes. He wanted to be rejoined with people that he had never met, but had heard of from his parents. And so we contacted the others and they brought us here. Mother said she had dreamt of this place, of the clouds and the moons and that it was much better in her head because life was good in her dreams."

"What do you mean?"

"There is a lot that goes on here that you don't see, Michael. We were the last to be retrieved. Earth was the farthest planet that our people had been sent to and it took the longest to find us. Peter and my da worked together to find you. Da knew that there had been a ship to crash and Roswell, of course, was always full of rumors and sightings. But we never had much in the way of real proof. Until I fell in love anyway."

Michael's brow creased in confusion, "What would your falling in love have to do with finding us?"

Lyn stopped walking and looked at him seriously, "Michael, you have to know that I never intended to let them know about you. When they brought me back though, they found out. They knew how to find you."

"Lyn, what are you talking about?"

"My fiancé is from Roswell. The day before they came for me, we had been talking about our childhood. He told me all about his sister and her husband and their friends. He told me how he had become friends with them in high school and all about his experiences. One of those experiences was of when Liz Parker was shot in the Crashdown Café and Max healed her. There were others too that tipped me off, but that was the catalyst."

Michael was still trying to digest all of the information that Lyn had given him while putting together all of the missing pieces. "So your fiancé knew Liz? Is that what you're saying?"

"Michael, it's more than that. His sister…is your wife, Maria. My fiancé is Kyle Valenti."