Oct. 23rd,
It has been over a month since I wrote in here. I have been depressed and in shock. I have also been sick. Not the flu or anything like that, but I am pregnant. Max is worried about when it is time for me to have the baby and about having check-ups. I cannot go to them for fear of being found. Michael is not talking. I worry about him. So is Max. He tries to talk to him, but Michael is acting more like Michael then ever. It crushed Michael to see Maria go. It crushed us all. She is missed greatly, but I think some day we'll see her again. I think Michael holds onto that idea. I think it keeps him as sane as he can be.
For one week, they drove down deserted roads. Right before they got into a new town, if they did, Max would change the color of their van. They stopped a mile out of Roswell. Their red van was now green and looked 10 years younger then it actually was. "Are you all ready?" Max asked
Liz nodded as Michael shrugged. "Of course!" Maria chorused
"All right." Max whispered. He looked very tired. Max had not slept well for a few nights and it was not wearing well. Max was worried about what might happen.
Max took his foot off the break and drove forward. He wondered what would happen when he got there. He hoped nothing would, but Max had a bad feeling. Michael was whom that stirred up his unease. Michael never objected to going somewhere. Well he never agreed about going anywhere either. Max shook his head and wondered if he should really dig deep into Michael's words or if he was just being his normal defiant self. They probably are nothing, but then they could be something, couldn't they? Max thought, looking back at Michael. Michael sat in his seat with his arms crossed and a scowl upon his face. Nothing out of the unusual there. Max thought with a small, discreet smile.
Max looked at Liz. She was sleeping and looked beautiful, like an angel. Max sighed and wondered what he would do without her. He had no answer; he did not wish to have one.
Liz was dreaming about going home. It was a strange dream. All of the colors in the dream were in bright pinks, teals, and magentas. They were not exactly solid either; it was like looking out of a stained glass window. She was in the van and Liz felt fear. Max and Michael were outside of it, trying to get an effective shield up, but it was not working. "Liz, what are we gonna do!!" Maria exclaimed, "We are in big trouble."
"It'll be OK, Maria." Liz said quietly.
Suddenly the weak barrier broke and there were alien blasts and gunshots headed straight at them. Liz heard a shriek and then she woke up.
"MAX!" Liz called, "We...."
Max swerved off the road. He stopped the car and got out. FBI agents and aliens surrounded them. Max and Michael unbuckled their seatbelts and got out, ready to fight them off.