She was dancing again. As she looked around she saw she was in Jesse's law office. The desk was gone and pale cream-colored draperies where hanging from the three inside walls. Candles lit the scene romantically. The wall of windows was unobstructed, the city lights beyond were glowing brightly.

Isabel started to move in closer to her partner but realized it wasn't Jesse. She was dancing with Kyle. She tried to pull away but Kyle only held her more tightly to him. She struggled to free herself, and as she did she saw they were not alone. Movement to her left caused her to look and she was shocked to see Michael dancing with Tess. As Kyle led her in a slow, spinning waltz around the room, she saw Max dancing with Maria, and Liz dancing with Jesse.

Isabel couldn't figure out what was happening. Why were they dancing with the wrong partners and why was Tess there?

The soft music that had been playing at a slow waltz began to speed up and the couples dancing around her started spinning and twirling at an alarming rate. Kyle was trying to lead Isabel at the same pace but she couldn't keep up. Her feet kept getting tangled together and she was growing frustrated.

"Isabel."

The twirling and spinning figures of her friends circled at a dizzying speed around her while a silent Kyle gripped her tightly and tried to keep up with the others.

"Isabel."

She looked around the room. None of her friends were speaking, yet she could clearly hear her name being called.

"Isabel."

Suddenly the music stopped and the dancing couples froze mid-spin. Even Kyle was frozen in pose. Isabel pried her hand from his and stepped away from him, uneasy.

"Isabel."

"WHAT!" she yelled back to the silent room.

"Isabel."

This time her name was nothing more than a whisper, and the voice came from right over her left shoulder. Slowly she turned…

"Isabel?"

Eyes popping wide open, Isabel shot straight up, her breath shallow and for a brief moment she thought she might hyperventilate. She tried to remember what it was she had seen before…

"Are you okay?"

Isabel turned to the voice. Kyle's worried face stared back at her and for a moment Isabel feared he knew what she had been dreaming. But then she scolded herself. Why should she be afraid? It's not like it was a romantic dream; it was more like a strange, borderline nightmare.

"Yeah, Kyle, I'm fine. I just had a really weird dream," Isabel forced a smile as she ran her hands through her hair. It felt greasy and Isabel wished for a hot shower. She looked around the empty van. The light outside seemed strange, different than she remembered from when they were sitting at the picnic table.

"You've been passed out since yesterday afternoon. Maria wanted to take you to the nearest hospital when you didn't wake up. But Max calmed her down. He said you were just sleeping and that if you weren't awake by the time they got back they would take you to see someone."

"Back? Back from where?" Isabel questioned, her brain was foggy and she felt unable to process thoughts clearly. How could I sleep through an entire day? She thought as her stomach voiced its unhappiness, rumbling hungrily.

"They went out to check the post office and the two mailbox stores again. Just in case we got here too soon," Kyle shrugged as if it was no big deal and they weren't on a tight timeline.

"Wait, I've been asleep straight through since yesterday afternoon?" Isabel asked again, finally processing what Kyle had told her. Kyle nodded confirmation.

"What did I tell you about what Jesse told me?" Isabel asked, hoping something had helped. She couldn't remember much and she didn't think she'd be actively entering anyone's dreams for at least a few days.

Kyle just shook his head.

"Nothing?" Isabel asked, flabbergasted.

"Well, you said he thought what we did was correct. That coming to Laughlin is what we should have done, but that's it," Kyle watched her and Isabel just stared ahead, incredulous that she spent all that energy only to end up not really helping at all. Yes, she had seen Jesse and that had been wonderful. But the torture of those moments with him in mind had been just a cruel tease and now Isabel was afraid she'd caused herself more hurt.

Fighting immense frustration, Isabel slid the van door open and jumped out. The air was already hot and dry and as soon as she left the comfort of the van she regretted it.

"I am so sick of this. So sick, and so tired," Isabel groused to herself as she strode across the small park where they had evidently stayed the night, kicking branches and small stones. It didn't take her long to reach the edge of the greenbelt where a brown desert landscape stretched before her. Turning in frustration, she stared across the tiny park at the open door of the van where Kyle stood, watching her.

"What the hell is going on with me," Isabel whispered as she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms-the physical pain a relief from the emotional pain she'd been enduring silently since they'd left Roswell. She suddenly realized she was incredibly angry and she didn't really know how to channel it. She was angry with Max and Liz, and she was angry with Michael and Maria. But mostly she was angry with herself. Sure, she missed Jesse; but now that she'd had something of a moment with him, she was certain the loneliness would be stronger than ever.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Isabel grumbled under her breath as she slowly paced back to the van.

Isabel knew she was being selfish, again. She didn't care. She wanted free of this burden. Free from missing Jesse, free from the memories of his hands on her, free from the memories of his soft kisses. It was excruciating to know he was still alive and she couldn't be with him. For a moment she wished he were dead. At least then she wouldn't have to think about what she was missing out on. But that wish passed fleetingly, because Isabel really didn't want Jesse dead. She wanted him happy; but she wanted to be happy as well.

It wasn't long after Isabel returned to the van that Max and the others also returned. Isabel was graced with hugs from everyone but Michael. He just slapped her on the back saying he'd known she'd wake up. Isabel had to laugh at that.

The group was frustrated however, especially Max. They had been unable to find any clues. Isabel tried not to take it personally as she felt like a failure to her brother for being unable to help more when she visited Jesse.

They did bring back some food and Isabel, ravenous after almost 24 hours without eating, happily stuffed her face. The others were drowsy after eating and they settled themselves in the shade of the van to sleep.

Neither Isabel nor Max were tired so brother and sister took the time alone to talk about things, Isabel finally breaking her silence and confiding in her brother.

"Did you get a chance to talk to Kyle?" Isabel asked, referring to their discussion from several days ago.

"Yeah, but he wouldn't say much, just that he missed his dad and that it was hard to see Me and Liz, and Michael and Marie be so, what did he say? Cuddly with each other."

Isabel smiled. They were walking the perimeter of the small park, and Isabel was surprised that in their two days here they hadn't seen a single child or anyone else use the area.

"Well, he's right. For me it's pretty hard too. But I miss Jesse. Max, I miss him so, so, so much," Isabel felt her voice crack and she struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to burst forth.

Max didn't respond and they continued their slow walk, Isabel thinking of Jesse and wondering if she'd ever really get past this pain.

"What are we going to do about the other thing? About James? If you've been unsuccessful in finding clues, what do we do, stay here?" Isabel changed the subject and immediately her sadness abated a bit.

Max just shrugged and Isabel felt sorry for her brother. He didn't want to be responsible for making all the decisions yet most of the time Isabel and the others made him be responsible; the curse of being the king, whether it was recognized or not. He was engineered for leadership and Isabel feared until they parted ways or they were separated by death Max would always be the final word in everything they did.

"I guess I can ask one thing of you, going back to what we were talking about before," Max suddenly spoke and Isabel waited.

"Be Kyle's friend," Max stopped walking.

"I am," Isabel responded, confused.

"I know, but there's a distance you keep from him, from everyone," Max shook his head, "if Kyle doesn't feel like he can't talk to someone, he may lose control and be a danger to himself, but especially us."

Isabel wanted to roll her eyes at Max's statement but she refrained.

"Fine," she conceded, "I'll be more, open as you imply, with Kyle."

But inside Isabel was a little disappointed with her brother, feeling as though she were being punished, put on a lifetime babysitting job for a boy not even a year younger than herself.

As the sun began to set on Laughlin, Nevada, Max, Isabel, Michael, Maria, Liz, and Kyle sat around the picnic table in silence. No one had an idea on what to do next and Isabel knew, as always, that the burden of the decision would eventually fall to Max as it always did.

"Let's just go to Vegas," Michael blurted breaking the silence and everyone groaned in protest.

"Michael, we aren't going to Vegas. Stop suggesting it!" Isabel responded to what had been the fourth or fifth time he'd put the thought out there. Michael shot a glare at Isabel, and drummed his fingers on the tabletop. The steady beat somehow caused Isabel to suddenly remember that her friend Meg was getting married that night. Checking her watch, she noticed the ceremony was moments from starting.

She stood suddenly and everyone turned to her, expectant looks on their faces.

"I have to go somewhere for a little bit," she said cryptically.

She met her brother's eyes and pleaded for no questions. He must have understood as he nodded.

"Take Kyle," he said as Isabel stepped back from the table.

"I don't need to be a tagalong," Kyle protested and crossed his arms.

"Its fine, Kyle, come on," Isabel held her hand out and pulled Kyle from the table. They set off together on foot, the steeple of the church visible just a few blocks away.

"Where're we going anyway?" Kyle asked as they walked.

"A wedding," Isabel responded and Kyle stopped walking.

"You've got to be kidding," Kyle said, his shoulders dropping like a child resistant on going to the doctor, or school, or another undesirable destination.

"No, I'm not kidding, not move your butt because I don't want to miss it," Isabel pulled Kyle's arm and dragging his feet he followed.

They arrived at the small chapel just in time. Slipping in the back row of pews, it was moments after they sat down that the processional began. It was a tiny wedding with only two attendants and Meg was absolutely gorgeous in her gown. It was a simple slip dress, and her bouquet consisted of three white lilies. She was beautiful and Isabel, along with most of the women in the church, cried when her friend started down the aisle.

Isabel cried for memories of her own wedding, and for the happiness she had for those few short months. Kyle, who stiffened when she started sniffling, slowly relaxed and wrapped his arm around her. Isabel was thankful to him for the comfort he was attempting to offer.

After the ceremony, which was religious and very beautiful, Isabel and Kyle hung back from the rest of the crowd who were congratulating the new couple. They stood in the entry way of the church, watching the celebration before them. It wasn't until Meg saw Isabel and came running to her that Isabel moved and met her friend halfway.

The two young women clutched each other, both crying but for different reasons.

"I'm so happy you came, but you should have told me!" Meg cried once they released from their embrace.

"It was a spur of the moment decision," Isabel responded, smiling at her friend and wiping her tears, "I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you Isabel, I hope you find happiness too, and please come visit us in L.A. if you are ever in town," Meg beamed as Jesse, her new husband, gently pulled her towards the waiting pickup, decorated in streamers and balloons and shaving cream.

Isabel laughed and waved goodbye to her friend.

"Well that was interesting," Kyle said as they walked back to the park and the van. The sun had just set and the few streetlights on their way were slowly flickering to life.

"I've never been to a wedding," Kyle added and Isabel laughed.

"Except mine, you mean," Isabel corrected.

"Yeah, I forgot about your wedding," Kyle said and Isabel's heart sank, "I mean, I didn't forget really, it just kind of slipped my mind. I mean, it was lovely but-,"

"Kyle, it's fine," Isabel cut him off, his rambling just getting on her nerves.

"Sorry," Kyle mumbled.

They walked in silence for a little while, the park ahead of them coming into view. Isabel could see the others still sitting at the picnic table. She sighed and crossed her arms, hugging her body against the night air which always managed to get cold, regardless of how hot the day had been.

Once back at the van, Isabel explained where they had gone and was met with blank stares from Max and Michael, and romantic far off gazes from Liz and Marie. Men, she thought as she shook her head.

"Whatever. Now that you're back, we can be on our way," Michael blurted and Isabel looked at Max questioningly.

"We're going to Vegas," Max said as he shrugged. Isabel looked at each of her friends in turn and none offered an explanation.

"Right on!" Kyle exclaimed and Michael, who had been grinning, raised his hand for a congratulatory slap.

Isabel just rolled her eyes and climbed into the van, the others getting in behind her. As they left Laughlin behind, Isabel silently wished her old friend the best life had to offer and she felt the pieces of her broken heart heal just a little bit.