Amy Deluca was at her kitchen table with clay, fabric, a hot glue gun, and other various craft items. She was making her alien trinkets, though it felt wrong - very, very wrong.

There was a knock on the door and Amy quickly got up to answer it. As she scurried to the door and opened it, she hoped in vein it was her daughter, Maria. She had not seen her in two years and Amy missed Maria very much. She was a little disappointed when Amy opened the door, but not by much.
"Kyle?" she asked smiling at him.
A dark haired young man stood at the door. He held a brown wrapped under one arm and a clipboard in his other hand. He was dressed as a deliveryman.

"I don't know anyone named 'Kyle', ma'am." He said, "I'm Steve." He pointed to his nametag and sure enough, it said 'Steve'.

"Well, Steve may I have my package please?" Amy demanded, nearly snorting with laughter.

"Yes, ma'am. Sign here please." He said, holding out the clipboard with a pen attached to it.

Amy picked up the pen and signed the piece of paper that was on the clipboard. "Who sent this? I did not order anything." She said confused.

" It doesn't say, ma'am." Steve said, handing her the small, brown wrapped package, "Have a good day. "

"I will." She replied, closing the door. She went to the living room and sat down on the couch. Amy opened the package carefully. The package was a red book. She read the books slowly and started to cry. Her daughter was dead. She could not believe it. For a long time she just sat there, until there was a knock at the door. She jumped and hid the book quickly. Amy went to the door and opened it. "Jim." She exclaimed wiping her eyes.

"Amy, what is wrong?" he asked her

"Come in…" she said, not answering the question.

Jim came in and Amy shut the door. She led him to the couch and got the journal from under the couch cushion. She handed him the book and he read threw the book. "Oh gods Amy. I-I am so sorry." He whispered, hugging her tightly.

"I wish I could say good-bye." She whispered

"Maybe you can." Jim replied as a piece of paper fell from the book. Amy slowly picked it up and opened it. It was a map.

"I-I think Kyle brought the book." She whispered

"Kyle?"

Amy nodded. "Yeah, she said threw sniffs, "He said his name was Steve, but I think he was covering it up."

Kyle smiled and was secretly glad to know his son was OK. "Lets go to the Crashdown, show this to the Evans and the Parkers."

Amy nodded and slowly got up. "Then we'll burn this book, so no one will know." She added, heading to the door.

Amy walked forlornly to the car, just a half a step behind her. He reached over her shoulder and opened the door for her when they reached his jeep. She got into the car and Jim closed the door. He went around and got in. Buckling up, he started the car and drove to the Crashdown.

They drove there in silence. Amy sat staring blankly out the window with the journal on his lap and hands on her knees. Jim stared ahead. His hands were holding the wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white.

In a few minutes time they were in front of the Crashdown. Jim and Amy got out of the car and went inside. They slid into a booth and waited for the Parkers, who showed up quickly. "Jim, Amy." They greeted, "Any…What is the matter?"

Amy held up the notebook and handed it to them. They read it quickly and started to cry. "I am so sorry." Mrs. Parker said, hugging Amy.

"Our daughter is pregnant." Mr. Parker whispered in a dazed voice as he went to the back to call the Evans. Mr. and Mrs. Evans was soon there and they had read the book quickly. "I'll stay there." Mr. Parker said when they discussed going to Marias grave spot.

The five people walked to Jim's jeep and they all got in. Not a single one of them said anything as they drove to the spot where Maria's body was buried. When they were there, they parked and got out. The five of them stared down at the grave marked only with a simple wooden cross. Jim placed a hand on Amy's shoulder and squeezed.

February 22, 2005,

Life stopped for that one person, but it still goes on. Life is a funny thing, so is death. Both are so tricky; so close to each other – we, at times, cannot even see how similar they are. I am Liz Parker and my life has ended once again, but with this ending, it starts a new.