We were going home. I could not believe that Max actually wanted to go home and though he had doubts, felt it safe enough too. I wondered as I sat there what it would be like to go home. I wondered if everything had stayed the same or had it slowly drifted into something entirely new. I wondered if I would be welcomed back home, though I knew the answer. It has been two years since I have seen your faces and you the same. I could not help but to wonder would I even recognize them. I did not know, but I thought maybe I would.
Michael strode over to the van after about fifteen minutes. He got in beside Maria and stared ahead with his arms crossed.
"Michael?" Maria asked him, "Are you still mad at me? Why were you gone so long?"
"No." he replied, "Why do you think I was gone so long? I need time to myself."
"We'll have all the time to ourselves when we get back to Roswell!" Maria exclaimed
"That is the thing Maria, I have a bad feeling about going back there." He said, "A very bad feeling."
"Michael, nothing will happen. Trust me – your wife." She told him, "Max would not have said anything about going. Also, Liz, she did not say anything about the visions. If she had any, she'd tell us and we wouldn't go."
Michael sighed. Maria had a point and he hated admitting it. Maria smiled at Michael and kissed him on the cheek.
Max got into the van. He looked at Liz. "Looks like they made up." He whispered to Liz. She looked back at Maria and Michael. "I think he admitted she was right, even though he did not say she was." She whispered. Liz kissed Max. "Thank-you." She said to her husband as he closed his door and started the car up.
We are going home, Liz thought, leaning back, and smiling.
Authors note: Sorry it is so short. It'll probably be longer in the next chapter. There will only be 3 to 5 more chapters.