A/N: Hey, I'm updating here! If you guys are getting pissed because I promised Max and he hasn't appeared quite yet just hold your horses! If you guys have learned anything from me it's that you must be patient. Hope you enjoy the new part.

The Passenger

Liz stepped inside her dorm room which was empty, she stopped to read the note Michelle had left for her on top of the mini fridge which read that she was elsewhere.

"Because I couldn't have figured that out on my own," Liz sighed dropping her bag on the floor and walked towards the phone to check her messages.

"Hey, Liz this is Tom I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime, you know my number. Call Me!" his voice brought a smile to her face which she quickly replaced with her normal scowl.

"There is no reason to get all giddy over this guy he's probably just another loser" Liz reasoned with herself before breaking into another smile and lying back on her bed.

"But maybe he's not," excitement filling her voice.

'Forgot about him so soon?' said the all too familiar voice; the smile fell from her face. 'Forgot about what you did?' it hissed

"No," Liz said softly

'You widowed a wife and orphaned a child,'

"I know," she said quickly before standing up and walking out the door hoping to escape the voice that had followed her for so many years. She walked fast staring at the ground relieved that she had been able to leave the voice behind, so relieved that she didn't see the man walking directly in front of her. She crashed into him spilling his hot coffee all over her right arm; she cringed as she felt it burn her skin.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry Liz!" caught off guard by the man's knowledge of her name she looked up to see that it was Tom.

"Tom?" she said sounding confused.

"Yeah," he hesitated before continuing "I was coming to see you, I brought coffee," he said smiling crookedly while holding up two empty coffee cups, she smiled at him amused before remembering her burning arm.

"I should probably do something about this," she said before turning and walking back towards her room, she stopped when she noticed he wasn't following and spun around so she was facing him. "Are you coming?" she shouted to him, he smiled and rushed up to follow her.

When they reached her room she opened the door and stepped inside and walked to the sink to rinse of her arm.

"Do you have any bandages or anything?" he asked her

"There's a first aid kit on the desk," she said motioning towards the plastic case. When she finished washing off her arm she came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed across from Tom who was unrolling a gauze bandage.

"I'm really sorry about this," he said while wrapping the bandage around her arm.

"What are you kidding this is great," she said sarcastically "Very few people know that I love second degree burns," she smiled and he smiled back

"Well I was thinking you could maybe return the favor over dinner," he finished bandaging her arm and looked her in the eye, "I know this great place that serves really hot soup"

"That sounds nice,"

"So I decided to come to UMASS to escape my parents on the west coast," Tom said as he cut the meat on his plate. Liz sat across the table from him in the dimly lit restaurant that Tom had suggested earlier.

"That seems noble enough," Liz smiled as she sipped her soup

"So that's my life story," Liz stiffened when she realized he was expecting a summary of her life at this point "what about you?" he smiled questioningly

"Well," Liz took a deep breath "there's really not much to tell. I'm from Roswell, New Mexico I worked in my parents restaurant there and then I just kind of felt like I needed a change so I came here," she said quickly

'Too quickly' she scolded herself

"Roswell?" He smirked "That must have been interesting,"

"Not really," she had known this would happen but for some reason she hadn't prepared herself with a sufficient lie.

"Is it just kind of touristy?"

"Yeah," she smiled relieved that he hadn't questioned more about her life or why she left. "It's really scenic, but no one really cares."

"They're just in it for the aliens," he sympathetically

"Yeah," she cringed at the word and then looked back down at her soup.

"Ok," he put his fork down and took a breath "I'm going to be honest, I really like you Liz."

"I like you too," she beamed

"Well, now that that's over what do you say to a good roll in the hay?" he joked, Liz hit his arm smiling

"What do you think I am a slut," she teased

"No, not at all"