December 22nd, 2004

We were surrounded. It was, well, terrifying. None of us knew if we would survive. Maria was crying and praying. I was crying. I was terrified. I did not know what was going on. I did not want to know. I hoped that everything would turn out all right, but I did not believe it would though. I felt something deep within my bones and at the pit of my stomach. I hated the feeling so much. I felt like screaming, but I did not. I heard Michael say to Max, "Get in!"

He must have, because the four of us were speeding off in the opposite direction. Michael was still blasting the enemy, but the blasts were less frequent and we were hit more times then Michael could hit them.

Then something happened then none of expected and I still cannot believe.

Maria let out a blood-curdling shriek. Liz looked over at her and a gasp emits from her lips. Maria was bleeding from the stomach at an alarming rate. "Max!" Liz screamed and then in a whisper, "Maria."

Max looked back and saw Maria. He bit his lip but knew he had to get out of there and fast. Max hit the gas and drove off quickly. The aliens were soon behind them. When they had put a good ten miles behind them, Max stopped and went to the back of the van.

Liz was sobbing. Max stepped backwards. Maria was dead and he could not heal her because they did not have the stones. Max went to the front of the car. "Michael." He whispered.

"Do something Maxwell." He whispered

"Michael, I'm sorry I-I can't." Max whispered

Michael stared straight ahead, his jaw set. He got out of the van and strode off.

Max watched as he left and leaned his head against the van.

Liz got out of the van. She went over to Max. "Max," she whispered. Max turned when he heard her. As he turned she fainted. Max caught her and laid her gently on the ground. He went into the van, avoiding as best as he could, to look at Maria's' body. He got a bottle of water and went back to Liz. He poured some of the water on her face and Liz woke, sputtering. "She's is gone, isn't she?" Liz sobbed

Max nodded as he held her.

As the sun was setting, Michael showed up finally. Liz could tell he had been crying, but she pretended she did not notice. "We need to have a service." He declared gruffly, "Then we need to leave here. Maria would not want us dwelling in one place for too long. If we did, we'll be killed."

Max nodded. Michael was right about that. He went and found a sheet. Max wrapped Marias' body as Michael dug a hole.

By Midnight, everything was ready. Michael and Max placed the wrapped body in the hole Michael had dug. The three stood around the grave. "Maria – friend, companion, caring, protective, loyal. She was my partner in life and the best friend I could ever have." Michael whispered, "That anyone of us had."

Liz licked her lips. "We met in first grade. It was during recess. A bird had hit a window. It had broken its wing. We both were crying over it. There we knew we would be friends for life." She whispered, closing her eyes.

Max put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "Hello friend,

You are missed.

You are loved.

And now though are gone in body -

My friend

You are still here in the minds of many –

Your presence is felt, though you are not with us." He spoke, "Good-bye, I shall say

Though not forever

Nor with sadness. Farewell."

"Amen." Liz whispered nodding

"Amen." Michael echoed as he took a handful of dirt. He slowly let it fall through his fingers. Max picked up the shovel and scooped dirt into the grave. He moved his hand over the spot, sending out energy to smooth the dirt over. Michael took of the hand-made cross and stuck it at the head of the grave.

Michael stood staring at the grave until the sun started to rise. "Come on." Liz finally said, touching his arm gently. Michael nodded slowly and they silently went to the van, which Max had changed to a forest green 1993 Ford truck. The two of them got in and buckled off as Max sped away.

There you have it. Maria is dead and it is just the three of us now. We are always driving. We don't stop and if we do, it is for just a few minutes. Michael is not the same. He has brought the wall completely around him and neither Max nor I see how it will ever crumble. We are worried, but we know he will survive. I think Michael blames himself. Would this have happened if we had never tried to go home? I don't know. I do not think we will ever know. Maybe in another life, another time we did not and Maria is still with us there. Only God knows that. We all miss her terribly, but she is still alive in our hearts. She will be there forever and a day. Max and I were talking and decided that if our child is a girl, we will name her after Maria. She would like that. If it is a boy, we decided on naming it Alex.

I can't tell you how much I wanted to see you all and to see Roswell again, if only for an hour, but I don't think I will ever be able to go home again. The road is my home, and Max and Michael they are the family. You will always be my family, but we will never set eyes upon each other again.

I am Liz Parker and I am alive.

The End

Oh, please all do not hate me for the way I ended this! Do you want an epilogue to my story with the parents? If so, tell me in your reviews.