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Perspective: Isabel

Please note: Italic signifies her dreams

"So?"

"So? What?"

"So how are things going with you and Liz, Max?" Isabel rolled her eyes; her brother could be a slow thinker when he wanted to be.

Max shrugged and looked at the floor, she watched him silently search for answers in his head; Isabel sighed and picked up the hairbrush on the table next to her bed and began to brush her long golden locks in a steady rhythm.

"Try talking to her Max. Sometimes people just need someone to talk to you know?" she instantly thought of Alex, put the brush down on her lap and began picking random strands of hair from it.

"I have Iz. Don't you think I've tried?" Max was perched on the end of her bed, his posture was tense and hunched, his eyes were downcast and he was frowning at her duvet cover; he looked deeply concerned.

Isabel felt slightly alarmed by his state, she hadn't realised how badly Liz's sudden distance was affecting him. She lent forwards and gripped his shoulder.

"Max?" she squeezed him tightly with her hand so he looked into her eyes "She will come around okay? She loves you. Remember that."

Max nodded silently and patted her hand; after a few minutes he stood up and sloped off to his bedroom without another word. Isabel sat back and sunk into her array of self made cushions. Everything was becoming so complicated.

What if she and Alex ended up like Max and Liz, avoiding one another, scarcely speaking. She couldn't bare the thought. Alex had always been interested in her, what if he was disappointed? What if –

She felt her phone vibrate on the bed next to her and she picked it up. One new message. She opened it:

"Hey Iz, would u b able 2 cover my shift at the CrashDown 2moz? Really not feeling 2 gd. Will owe u big time! Love Maria xxx"

Isabel groaned, she hated working at that place, with its hideous uniform and brooding staff members going by the name of Parker that dodged her questioning stares.

"Fine. But you owe me big time my friend! Isabel xxx."

She was sure she would need a favour sooner or later, and besides, a few extra bucks wouldn't hurt. Isabel looked at the big silver clock on her bedroom wall, it was half past eleven. She sighed and pulled back her sheets chucking several of the cushions on the floor in the process, climbed into bed and snuggled down.

She wondered what Alex was doing right now. Probably on his computer or something she thought smiling slightly. Or playing his guitar really softly, so the neighbours can't hear. Or maybe reading a book…or making his favourite peanut butter and jelly sandwich, for a late night snack –.

Isabel's eyes drifted slowly shut with thoughts of Alex swimming across her mind.

The sun was beating down on her neck, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, she looked up at the bright blue sky. So hot. She slumped down onto the grass beneath her, she was finding it slightly hard to breath. She closed her eyes, the sun was so bright, yet clouds scattered the sky in specks.

They looked familiar. How could clouds look familiar? She leant forwards and cupped her head in her hands, it was sticky from the sweat. God, it was so hard to breathe. What the hell was that sound? She looked up. There was something in the distance.

She stood up and began to run towards it. The sound was becoming louder; it was almost as though someone was snoring. Sweat was now dripping down her neck and back, she stumbled forwards as her breathing became raspy. She clutched her chest, it felt like she was dying.

She looked up, the shape was so close. She staggered forwards, it was definitely snoring. The shape made sense now. It was someone lying on their bed in the middle of a green field. She looked up at the sky again. Those clouds. She blinked several times and then looked back at the bed as it began to stir.

"Iz?"

"Alex?"

The figure in the bed looked up at the sky and pointed.

"I told you there was a baboon's ass in the sky"

She looked at the sky. The baboon's ass.

"Alex –"

She looked around. He had disappeared. She felt panicked. Laying next to her was a shovel, she picked it up knowing she had to dig. She spluttered as her breathing became tighter, just keep digging. She lent forwards onto the shovel and dug it into the grassy carpet beneath her. She dug for hours? Days? She didn't know, but the sun kept beating down on her.

She looked at the large hole that she was standing in; it was as deep as her knees. Beneath her feet she felt something. The shovel fell from her grip as she bent forwards to retrieve it. A small brown book covered in dirt resided in her hand, on the front was the word "Answers" Oh, God. The pain in her chest was excruciating. She screamed in agony as her breath became shorter and shorter –

"Iz? ISABEL!"

She sat up startled with sweat dripping down her face as her mother shook her shoulders.

"You were having a bad dream honey, I heard you screaming."

Diane lent forwards to comfort her daughter who sat speechlessly in her bed clutching her chest.

"I have a theory"

Isabel whipped her head round as Alex bounded up next to her outside the CrashDown.

"I'm intrigued!" she smiled as he opened the door to the diner and ushered her inside.

"You lost a bet with Maria or Liz and now you have to do one of their shifts?"

"I'm afraid not Sherlock, I'm just covering for Maria, she's feeling a bit under the weather at the moment."

"Ah ha."

Alex walked over to their usual booth, sat down and rummaged through his bag for a book. Isabel raised her eyebrow as she looked around the diner. All the breakfasts were served and Liz was cleaning a dirty table that had apparently just been vacated.

"Oh, hey Isabel" she called avoiding eye contact. "Michael's in the kitchen."

Isabel nodded and decided it was best to stay out of her and Max's business. For now anyway. She sloped off to the back off the diner and pushed the door open, she found Michael beside his locker looking frustrated.

"Hey!"

Michael spun round.

"Oh it's you" he murmured and continued to stare at his locker with a puzzled look on his face.

"I am just loving the warm welcomes this morning" she snapped and threw her jacket on a hook.

"Look, i'm sorry. I'm just having a bit of trouble with my powers" Michael scratched the back of his head and glanced in her direction "I can't get my damn locker to open!"

Isabel walked over to the small mirror by the kitchen door and set Maria's alien head band in place and smoothed her hair down underneath.

"I'm sure it's just stress or something Michael" she sighed "I mean, it's not the first time your powers have behaved…erratically" she was of course referring to the time Angus Johnston had grabbed Maria's derrière while she was serving his table, Michael had been the cause of a power cut that night, then his powers went walkies for a few days.

"Yeah you are probably right" he ran his hands through his hair, then rubbed his eyes and sighed "Well I'd better go and clear up the kitchen before the lunch rush"

Isabel grabbed a notebook from the shelf next to the lockers and walked back into the diner. Liz was now re-filling the sugar shakers at the counter. This was going to be one slow day. She walked over to Alex's table and plastered the cheesiest smile she could muster across her face.

"Well what can I get for you now sugar plum?" she said in a deep Texan accent.

Alex burst out laughing.

"I prefer the name honey bear, but you know what…I'm not a fussy guy, I'll let it slide."

Isabel smiled and slid into the seat opposite him, she crossed her arms across the table and leant her head on them.

"What's up" Alex lent forwards and bent his head down so she could see him.

"Nothing. I just didn't get much sleep last night, I had the weirdest dream."

She sat up and shook her head.

"So what's up with Maria anyway? She better not be skiving and gone shopping while I'm slaving away here."

"Yeah, this super busy shift must be really taking it out of you" Alex chuckled.

Isabel kicked his foot playfully under the table.

"Ha! Ha!" she muttered sarcastically.

"I think she's really ill actually, Liz and Michael seemed quite worried. Food poisoning I reckon, she was throwing up like crazy yesterday."

Isabel looked up as Max entered the CrashDown; he looked at Isabel and Alex and nodded at them. Isabel saw Liz look up and then begin furiously cleaning the counter when she saw him walk toward her.

Alex raised his eyebrow at Isabel, clearly as interested to know what was going on between them as she was.

"Liz, I need to talk to you. Please." She heard Max murmur.

Liz looked at the floor and nodded, she motioned towards the back room and Max followed her. Isabel turned back around to face Alex.

"I wish they would just make up already!" Isabel rolled her eyes and stood up "Right while I'm up do you want anything?"

"Oh, you are going to get a great tip from me!" Alex pulled a funny face and Isabel rolled her eyes again.

"Watch it Whitman, I have the power to spit in your drink without your knowledge!"

She smiled and walked off to table four which needed clearing. Only seven hours left in this hell hole. She was counting the seconds.