10 minutes later Isabel was dressed and walking outside. It was still early, not even 7:00. She was usually the first one up. She liked it that way; it was easier to think and plan out her day, not that there was much to plan out. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the door to the room that she had initially shared with Michael open. She continued to walk in hopes that Michael wouldn't see her or that he would choose to ignore her.

"Iz!" Michael yelled

"What do you want Michael?" sighed Isabel turning around.

"Hey, about last night. Look, I'm doing my best right now. So give me a little slack."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot this whole thing isn't easy for you. It's not like any of us are going through the same thing you are."

"Hey, I didn't say that. I'm trying to say that I'm trying."

"Michael, normal people say they're sorry."

"That's what I'm trying to do Isabel."

"Hey, would you people take it inside," yelled someone from one of the rooms.

Michael grabbed Isabel by the hand and led her to the room. She couldn't help notice how Michael's hand seemed to envelope her own and how warm and strong it was. Isabel had to command herself to stop thinking about Michael that way and remind herself that she was mad at him.

Michael pulled her into the room, which was still dark with the draped pulled, and shut the door. Michael still had Isabel's hand in his own. She pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, the covers unmade.

"I'm trying to apologize to you Isabel," said Michael running his hands through his hair.

"You have a funny way of doing it Michael. You really hurt my feelings last night. I'm trying to deal with this whole situation like you are and I'm doing my best to hold myself together. I thought you of all people understood this."

"How could I Isabel. You don't talk to anyone! You've drawn into yourself so much that you hardly speak to anyone anymore!"

By now Michael was standing directly in front of her. Isabel could feel the anger welling up inside of her. Before she realized what she was doing, the lamp on the end table exploded and she was standing nose to nose with him.

"You're one to talk Michael. That's been your attitude for what, the past 15 years," said Isabel, her face inches from him.

Suddenly Michael grabbed Isabel from the back of her head and pulled her to him. Stunned, Isabel noticed Michael stalled for a second before parting her lips with his own. Time seemed to stand still. His kiss was just as it was in the dreams, soft and fierce. Isabel's knees seemed to go weak. She tried to speak, tried to protest but only managed to let out a little moan, which seemed to intensify Michael's kiss.

Just as time seemed to have stood still seconds before, now it was rapidly progressing. Truly before she realized it, Isabel was lying on the bed, Michael on top of her. She could feel him tugging at her shirt all while passionately kissing her.

"Michael, lets go!" yelled Max from outside the door. He waited a few more seconds before pounding on the door. "Michael!"

Isabel heard the lock on the door start to move and through the corner of her eye she saw the familiar red glow of Max's power. Quickly she pushed Michael off of her and rolled across the bed and into the bathroom. Just as she shut the bathroom door she heard Max come into the room.

"Haven't you ever heard of privacy Maxwell?"

"I thought you were sleeping and we need to get on the road," Max replied taking in the state of the room. "What were you doing in here?" Max asked, eyeing Michaels disheveled appearance and the state of the bed. "Isn't that Isabel's earring?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I found it on the bathroom floor this morning. She must have dropped it last night before she moved to Kyle's room."

"Why is it in the bed?"

"I set it down as I was getting dressed. Do you also want to know the exact time I took a piss?"

"Relax Michael. Be ready to leave in 5 minuets. If you see Isabel, let her know we're ready to go."

Max took one last look around the room. He knew something was off, but couldn't place it. He couldn't find Isabel and he knew Michael was hiding something. He shook off the feeling and closed the door to the room.

As soon as Max closed the door, Michael breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't even want to think what Max's reaction would have been if he had caught him with Isabel. He wasn't sure what his own feelings were regarding what he just did. Part of him had wanted to do that for so long; that it felt so right and the other part was screaming that she's not Maria.

"Iz, he's gone. You can come out," called Michael.

"Are you sure? Is the door shut?"

"Yeah," replied Michael, somewhat exasperated.

Isabel finally emerged from the bathroom with a little more coxing. She was flushed and jittery. She couldn't even look Michael in the eye. Had she been able to, she would have seen he was unable to look her in the eye.

"I better go get my stuff into the van. Max is looking for me."

"Yeah, Okay."

Isabel awkwardly brushed past Michael and left the room. It felt good to be outside. She needed to breathe and think. Oh God she needed to think. What had just happened? What was she doing? What was Michael doing? What was going to happen now? Was this going to mess things up? Why did it feel so good?

"Izzy, there you are Max has been looking for you. We're all ready to go. Kyle put your stuff in the van. Hey are you okay?" rambled Liz in one breath.

"Huh? Yeah I'm okay. Just tired. I didn't sleep well last night."

"Yeah I heard. Everything okay between you and Michael? What happened?

"I guess we're okay. I was just tired and he was too. You know how things can get."

"Yeah. Hey, have you talked to anyone lately, you know, from home?" asked Liz leaning in cryptically and talking in a soft whisper.

"Ahh, no not lately. I haven't felt up to it."

"You should really check in Isabel, you know Maria was with us for a long time and"

"I realize that Liz, please keep in mind the last time I dream walked I asked my husband for a divorce," snapped Isabel, cringing slightly at the mention of Maria's name. Oh God what had she done.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean anything by it Iz. I know it must be hard for you right now."

"It's okay Liz, I didn't mean to snap at you."

"Ladies you can talk in the van," yelled Michael from the driver's seat.