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1
SNAP.'
The thick red ribbon broke, its two ends fluttering down to rest on the ground in front of Meta-chem's main 
doorway. The petite blond woman who had cut the ribbon smiled and waved to the cheering crowd in front 
of the state-of-the-art building. Meta-chem's new headquarters had been designed by world-famous 
architects and fitted out with the latest laboratory technology money could buy. And Marts Wheeler knew it 
was all a sham. The new building, the company's move to Roswell, New Mexico . . . it was all a big show 
she was putting on to hide the real reason she was here. She was here to find one person, a person who 
lived in Roswell and who possessed extraordinary powers. The one person in all the world who would be 
able to heal her dying husband, Clayton Wheeler III. And today, at last, Mans would lay her trap for the 
Healer.
"Thank you!" Marts cried over the cheering. Half the city of Roswell seemed to be here for the Meta-chem 
ribbon-cutting. And why not? The giant pharmaceutical company


was prepared to offer hundreds of new jobs to the community, everything from business managers to 
research assistants to janitors. Roswell loved Meta-chem, and Maris would see to it that the feeling 
continued for as long as she needed it to.
"You're certainly making us feel welcome in our new home," Maris continued as the clapping quieted. 
"Now, as you know, Meta-chem is committed to giving back to the community. And we're going to begin 
that process today by announcing the winner of our new college work-scholarship program. We've chosen 
one Roswell high school student to become a research assistant here at Meta-chem. This student will not 
only receive the invaluable experience of working with our world-class scientists, but he—or she—will 
also receive a scholarship of ten thousand dollars toward the college of his or her choice."
"Got your thank-you speech ready?" Maria DeLuca teased, nudging her best friend.
Liz Parker smiled nervously. She glanced at the beaming faces around her—her parents, Maria and her 
mom, and Max Evans. Liz knew they were all expecting her to win this scholarship. And two years ago, 
she would have felt completely confident that she would. But her grades had been slowly slipping ever 
since she'd become involved with Max and his "family" of aliens—his sister, Isabel, his best friend, 
Michael Guerin, and, of course, his ex-girlfriend Tess Harding. The truth was, there were more important 
things on Liz's plate these days than winning scholarships. When she'd started high school, all she'd wanted 
was to excel in school, to continue her studies in


science, and to get into Harvard University, her dream college.
But now, she just wanted to get through senior year without a major global crisis.
"Our scholarship student will be working with the director of research here at Meta-chem," Maris Wheeler 
was saying from the front of the crowd. "So I'll let him be the one to announce the winner. Please welcome 
Dr. Alan Sosa."
There was polite applause as Dr. Sosa, a wiry man in his fifties, made his way to the podium where Maris 
stood.
Liz shifted her weight uncomfortably. Her father had, insisted that they get to the ceremony early enough to 
find a place in the front—so she'd be able to get to the podium easily when her name was called. Liz didn't 
have the heart to tell him that she wasn't expecting to win. Jeff Parker had kept an eye on Liz's grades when 
she was younger, but it had been years since he'd felt the need to look over her report cards. Liz herself had 
always cared about her straight As enough for both of them. Right now Jeff was beaming at her proudly. 
Liz shuffled her feet and tried to stay calm.
Dr. Sosa was talking now, but Liz couldn't seem to follow his words. She didn't want to be here! So what if 
she used to be into science? She'd grown up, changed her mind about what was important to her! The 
problem was, she wasn't sure what she had changed her mind to. There was always some kind of alien 
crisis to take up her time, so she'd stopped thinking about herself, her own needs. She mostly just thought 
about Max's needs.
As if he could feel that she was thinking of him, Max


put his hand on the small of her back. Immediately, Liz felt calmer. Max was always a grounding force for 
her. He leaned over and spoke softly into her ear. "Take a deep breath, Liz," Max murmured. "Whether you 
win or not, you'll still be the most important thing to me."
Liz sighed. If only that were true. But she knew that Max's life was full of things—and people—that were 
more important than she was. And top on the list was his son, the baby he was having with Tess. Tess, still 
pregnant, had killed their friend Alex and then had left the planet. And even light-years away, she was still 
more important than Liz. Because as long as she had Max's son, Max would never be able to give up 
searching for them. He would never be able to put Liz first.
"So let's cut to the chase," Dr. Sosa's words broke into Liz's thoughts. "The winner of the first Meta-chem 
work-scholarship—and my new assistant—is Ms. Elizabeth Parker!"
Maria shrieked and threw her arms around Liz. "I knew it!" she cried. "I swear, I read my tea leaves last 
night and they told me you were gonna win!"
Maria's mother, Amy, pried her daughter off of Liz. "I think maybe Liz's parents want some hug time too," 
she remarked.
Nancy Parker held Liz tight, pressing her lips to Liz's forehead. Then Jeff gave her an affectionate push 
toward the podium. "You'd better get up there before they give your job to someone else," he joked.
Shocked at winning, Liz managed to walk over to where Dr. Sosa was standing. She shook hands with him 
and accepted a congratulatory kiss from Maris Wheeler, all


the while wondering how she'd pulled this off. Josh Faber from her AP biology class was going to have a 
coronary— he'd been beating her grades for a year now.
"Um, thanks," Liz said into the microphone at the podium. "I'm really . . . I'm thrilled. I can't wait to start 
working with Dr. Sosa. ..."
As she spoke, her gaze fell upon Max. He was watching her adoringly, but she knew he would leave her in 
a moment if he had a chance to find his son. He can't put me first, Liz thought sadly. So maybe it's time I 
put myself first.
"I've wanted to be a biologist since I was a little girl," Liz went on. "And right now, I feel more committed 
to that goal than I have in a long time." She took a deep breath. "This new job is my number one priority."
Michael sighed happily and gazed through the order window at the Crashdown Cafe. There were two old 
men having coffee at the counter, and a family of tourists at one of the booths. No Liz, no Maria, no Jeff 
Parker. Michael was in charge, and he liked it that way.
He made his way out of the kitchen and jumped over the counter—which was strictly forbidden when the 
boss was here. With a self-satisfied grin, he grabbed a pot of coffee off the burner and headed for the two 
men. "Hey, old-timer. More coffee?"
"You bet," the gray-haired man answered. "The wife won't let me drink it at home. She's got me on that 
decaf crap."
"That's not right," Michael commiserated while filling the guy's mug.
"These damn women," put in the other old man, pushing


his mug forward to be filled. "Why do they think they can run our lives for us?"
"We do just fine on our own," Michael agreed. "All they do is make sure we never have any fun."
The two old guys growled an agreement.
'Well, not me," Michael went on. "I am not gonna let a woman tell me what to do."
"I'll drink to that," the gray-haired guy said.
Michael grinned as the two old men sipped their coffee in his honor. This was the life—-just a bunch of 
guys hanging together. He leaned against the back counter and pulled a Motor Trend magazine from his 
jeans pocket.
"Michael!" a familiar screech broke into his quiet moment.
Maria burst through the front doors, long blond hair flying behind her. "Why didn't you call me last night?" 
she demanded as she stomped across the restaurant. "And clean up that coffee spill!"
Michael froze like a deer in the headlights. He glanced down at the counter, and sure enough, there was a 
ring-shaped coffee stain drying on the Formica. He looked up and met the amused gaze of the two old men. 
He would totally lose face if he didn't stand up to Maria. "Cleaning isn't in my job description," he said. He 
forced himself to begin reading his magazine again.
There was a moment of silence. Michael grimaced. Silence was bad. With Maria, silence was a very, very 
bad sign. He peeked over the top of the Motor Trend, expecting to see two furious brown eyes boring into 
his own.
But Maria was gone. Baffled, Michael stuck the magazine back in his pocket and glanced around the 
restaurant.


"She went in the back," one of the old men told him. "And 1 think you're in trouble."
With a sigh, Michael went around the counter—lifting up the end this time to walk through instead of 
jumping over—and pushed open the swinging door to the back room. If his girlfriend was too mad to even 
talk to him in public, he really was in trouble.
"Baby, I'm sorry I didn't call—" Michael stopped, shocked. Maria was curled up in a ball on the couch in 
the corner, and she seemed frightened. "What? Did something happen?" Michael asked, instantly on alert.
Maria nodded, her eyes wide.
"Well, what is it?" he demanded. "An alien crisis? Something with the police? What?"
"It's my mother," Maria whispered. "I'm hiding from her."
Michael rolled his eyes. This was Maria's idea of a crisis? The two DeLuca women spent most of their time 
bickering, as far as he could tell. "What did you do, dent the Jetta again?" he asked.
The door behind him swung open, revealing Amy DeLuca.
"There you are! How dare you storm out on me, young lady!" she cried. Michael took a step back. Maria 
had clearly inherited her shrill voice from her mom.
Maria leaped up from the couch and faced off with Amy.
"I had to get to work, Mom. Remember? What did you call it—my 'dead-end job that will never prepare 
you for any sort of real life'?"
"Your shift doesn't start for another fifteen minutes,"


Amy shot back. "So I expect you to finish the conversation we were having instead of running away like a 
five-year-old."
"You were the one having a conversation, Mom. I was there to be abused," Maria said.
"Urn, I gotta get back to work," Michael mumbled. He retreated to the kitchen, but since it was only ten 
feet away, it wasn't far enough to block out the sounds of their argument. Michael knew the fight would 
come around to him sooner or later. It always did. He knew Amy liked him, but she didn't exactly approve 
of his relationship with Maria.
"I'm not abusing you, Maria, I'm just concerned about your future," Amy was saying. "Watching Liz win 
that scholarship today got me thinking—"
"I'm not Liz," Maria snapped. "I'm not about to win any science prizes."
"I know that," Amy said. "But Liz is getting ready for life after high school—she's getting good work 
experience, starting to earn money for college. What are you doing?"
"I do earn money!" Maria shrieked. "I've had a job since I was fourteen!"
Michael wondered if the customers could hear them fighting. He snuck a look through the order window. 
Yup, they could hear. The two old men were listening attentively, while the tourist family looked nervous.
"You earn money and then you spend it on Michael," Amy said.
"I knew it," Michael muttered. "It always ends up being my fault."
"It's my money," Maria told her mother. "I can spend it however I want."


That means I'll be getting a lecture from Maria later about how she can't keep paying for dinner all the 
time, Michael thought.
"Look, honey, in a few months you'll be a senior," Amy said, putting on a calm voice. "I'm not saying you 
can't still goof off and have fun. I'm just saying that you have to start thinking about life after high school. 
If you're not careful, you'll end up a waitress in Roswell for the rest of your life."
"Not everybody wants to go to Harvard and become a biochemical-whatever scientist like Liz," Maria said. 
"Maybe I want to stay in Roswell and work."
Michael sighed. The last thing Maria wanted to do was stay in Roswell. He would have to hear about that 
later too.
"Great. Fine," Amy cried, throwing up her hands. "Stay in Roswell. Marry Michael, get yourself pregnant. 
Throw your life away just like I did!"
"Oooh, not good," Michael whispered.
Maria grabbed her backpack up off the couch. "I'm so happy to know that you consider marrying Dad and 
having me to be 'throwing your life away,'" she said coldly. Then she turned her back on Amy, walked into 
the bathroom, and closed the door.
Michael shook his head. Usually he was jealous of his friends, who, unlike him, all had parents. But on 
days like today, he felt like the lucky one.
"How about dinner at Senor Chow's tonight to celebrate your scholarship?" Max asked. He and Liz sat at 
one of the booths in the Crashdown just as the lunch rush started. Jeff Parker had given Liz the day off in 
honor of her big win.


Liz was quiet for a moment, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger.
"Just the two of us having a nice romantic dinner?" he prodded.
"I don't think so," Liz finally answered. "I start at Meta-chem tomorrow, so I want to get plenty of sleep 
tonight." She glanced up at him and smiled. "Don't want to be yawning my first day on the job!"
Max nodded, disappointed. Liz might be smiling, but her heart wasn't in it. He couldn't read her mind, but 
he was pretty good at reading her emotions. And for the past few days, she hadn't been happy. The worst 
part was that it was his fault. He knew his romance with Tess had hurt Liz's feelings, but after all, Liz was 
the one who had told him that he belonged with Tess. For months Liz had even let him believe she'd had 
sex with Kyle Valenti. Then, after Tess left the planet, Max had decided that it was time to start over—start 
over with life here on Earth, and start over with Liz.
Last week he'd planned a "first date" for them, and it was supposed to be the perfect evening. He knew the 
love he shared with Liz was strong enough to overcome the trust issues between them. But on their date, it 
had all gone wrong. While he was swimming in the lake, he'd gotten a mental flash—a vision of his son 
with Tess. It had seemed as if his son were calling out to him. At that moment, he knew he couldn't really 
start over. He could never rest until he found his son and rescued him from Tess.
"Hey, brainiac!" Kyle's voice broke into Max's thoughts. He turned to see Kyle entering the Crashdown 
along with


Isabel. Kyle headed straight for their booth to give Liz a hug. "Congratulations on the scholarship," he said, 
kissing the top of her head.
Max couldn't help feeling jealous of Kyle, even now. Liz had told him she didn't sleep with Kyle, but she'd 
never explained why Kyle had been in her bed all those months ago. Max had seen them there together, and 
he still couldn't get the image of it out of his mind.
"Thanks!" Liz beamed up at Kyle. "I can't believe I really won it. It's been so long since I even cracked a 
book."
Kyle sat down next to Liz, while Isabel slid into the booth next to Max. She grabbed one of his French 
fries, dipped it into the puddle of Tabasco sauce on his plate, and popped it into her mouth.
"I can't believe you're so excited about getting a full-time job," Isabel commented. "I mean, the money for 
college is great, but face it: For this summer, you're slave labor in the Meta-chem labs."
"But it's amazing experience," Liz pointed out.
"Isabel's right, though," Max said. "It's a full-time job. Plus you'll still have shifts here at the Crashdown. 
When are you ever going to have time for anything but work?"
When are you going to have time for me? he added silently.
Before Liz could answer, Kyle jumped in. "Well, I'll be right there with you," he told Liz. "Literally. I got a 
job at Meta-chem too."
"No way!" Liz cried. "That's great."
"Not so great," Kyle said. "You'll be working in the lab. I'll be cleaning the lab. I'm a janitor."
"So what?" Isabel said. "A job's a job."


"Yeah, well, I still have to put in time at Toby's Garage, too. At least until my dad finds some work."
Silence fell over the table. Max felt responsible for the fact that Kyle's father had lost his job as the sheriff 
of Roswell. He knew Isabel did too. If Valenti hadn't spent so much time trying to help the aliens, he 
wouldn't have been suspended. And Kyle wouldn't have to work two jobs trying to support them.
"Kyle—," Isabel began, reaching across the table to take Kyle's hand.
"It's fine," Kyle said shortly. He glanced up at Isabel's sympathetic face and forced a smile. "Really. At 
least I'll have Parker for company."
"Right," Liz said.
Too had I won't, Max thought miserably.
"I am calm, I am collected, I am in control." Maria stared at her reflection in the mirror over the bathroom 
sink. Through the door she heard the usual symphony of noises from the Crashdown. She was so not in the 
mood to work today. She took a deep breath and smiled at herself in the mirror. "I am calm, I am collected, 
I am in control," she insisted to her reflection.
A loud knock sounded on the door. "Yo, Maria, get out here!" Michael bellowed.
With a sigh, she pulled open the door and faced her boyfriend. "What?" she said.
"I need help," Michael told her. "You know I can't deal with customers bitching."
"And you think I'm in any shape to handle a confrontation?" Maria demanded. "Didn't you hear what my 
mother


said to me before? All I want to do is avoid any more arguing today."
"I know, baby," he said, kissing her quickly. "I just thought you might want to take out some of your 
aggression on this customer. And besides, I, uh, don't know what to do with her. She's at the counter."
Michael fled back into the kitchen. Maria rolled her eyes. She grabbed her antenna headband and forced it 
on over her hair, wincing at how tight it was. Then with one final calming breath, she headed out into the 
dining room. Michael really wasn't any good at dealing with complaints. This was probably that same little 
old lady he'd gotten into a yelling match with last week.
Maria stopped short when she saw the counter. There was only one person sitting there, and it was a little 
girl.
"You have got to be kidding me," she muttered. Then she pasted a smile on her face and walked over to the 
girl. As she got closer she noticed that the girl wasn't as young as she'd thought. She was probably around 
eleven, though she was tiny enough to pass for a nine-year-old.
"Hi. Is there a problem with your food?" Maria asked.
The girl spun around on her stool and stared at Maria. Her light brown eyes were wide, and her mouth hung 
slightly open, as if she was surprised. She didn't say anything.
Maria watched her for a moment, then tried again. "Urn, hi. Did you have a complaint?"
"Ohmygod," the girl said in a rush. "Are you Maria?"
"Yeah," Maria answered. "Why?"
The girl kept staring at her, almost as if she was studying Maria's face. "Your hair is long," she said.


Now Maria was starting to get freaked out. Who was this kid?
"Yeah, well. . ." Maria wasn't sure what else to say. She pushed her hair behind her ear.
The girl pushed a lock of her own shoulder-length blond hair behind her ear.
"Do I know you?" Maria asked.
The girl smiled widely. "Nope!" she chirped. "But I think you are the coolest girl ever!" Suddenly her hand 
shot out and grabbed Marias wrist. She stared at Maria's nails, then proudly held up her own hand. "We 
have the same nail polish!" she shrieked happily.
Maria winced. "Mm-hmm," she agreed, pulling her hand away. "We sure do. So, listen, uh . . ."
"Sadie."
"Sadie," Maria repeated. "Well, listen, Sadie. I have other customers to wait on, so was there something 
you needed?"
Sadie shook her head, still grinning at Maria.
"Didn't you tell Michael—the cook—that you have a complaint?" Maria asked.
Sadie finally seemed to snap out of her Maria-induced trance. "Oh, yeah," she said. "I asked for a banana 
split and he said there were no bananas, so I said he could make me a banana split hold the bananas, but he 
said there's no such thing as that because if there are no bananas then how can it be a split—"
"Gotcha," Maria interrupted. "You want a sundae in a banana boat."
"Yeah!" Sadie cried. "See? You totally get it. You and I must think exactly alike."


"Whatever," Maria muttered, turning away. This girl was starting to get on her nerves. It was nice to be 
hero-worshiped and all, but Maria just wasn't in the mood today.
"Maria?" Sadie called after her.
"What?" Maria asked without turning around.
"Can I wear one of those antenna headbands like yours?"
Maria couldn't help smiling. Maybe her day was starting to look up. She snatched the too-tight headband 
off and spun back toward Sadie. "Tell you what, you can have mine," she said, plopping it on the girl's 
head. "And you don't even have to give it back."
Liz pushed through the swinging door into the back room. Maria was sprawled on the couch, taking a break 
from her shift. She took one look at Liz's face and held out her arms. "Come to Mama," she said.
Liz threw herself onto the couch next to her best friend. "I had to get away from Max," she told Maria.
"Why?" Maria asked.
"Because he's all mopey about my new job at Meta-chem," Liz said. "He thinks it will keep me from 
spending any time with him, so he resents it."
"He said that?"
Liz sighed. Max would never say anything unsupport-ive. But she could tell what he was thinking. "No. 
But he doesn't have to say it. He's right."
Maria frowned in confusion. "About what?"
"About Meta-chem," Liz replied. "This job will take up all my time, so I won't be able to see him."


Maria studied her for a moment. "You don't sound too upset about that," she said. "I'm thinking you want 
the time away from Max. Am I right?"
Liz nodded miserably. She loved Max more than anything, but it was just too hard to be with him. "I need 
some space to think, you know? I need to figure out whether I should start dating Max again."
"I thought you'd already made that decision," Maria said. "We all assumed you two were back on again."
"We were," Liz said. "I mean, we had that one date—"
"And then Max went all freaky-alien on you and started obsessing over his son," Maria finished for her. 
"So we're back to the King Max and Queen Tess issue."
Liz sighed. "Max told me he wanted to start over, that he wanted to forget about Tess. But now that he 
knows his son has been born, he feels he has to go after him. It's his number one priority."
"And you think he should put you first?" Maria asked.
"No, of course not," Liz protested. "Max has a child out there, and he's in danger. He wouldn't be the Max I 
love if he didn't put his child's welfare above everything else."
"But. . . ," Maria prompted.
"But I don't know if I want to be with someone who can't make me his highest priority," Liz admitted. "I 
love Max, but that doesn't mean it's healthy for me to be with him."
Liz put her head on Maria's shoulder, and the two girls sat in silence for a moment.
"So what are you gonna do?" Maria finally asked.
"I was thinking today that maybe I need to find my own


life," Liz said slowly. "One that's about what I want and not about some guy and his needs."
"Sounds like a plan," Maria said.
Liz sat up straight. "It is a plan. From now on I'm going to concentrate on my new job and my goals for the 
future. And the Max thing will just have to work itself out."
She met Maria's gaze. Her best friend was smirking at her.
"What?" Liz demanded.
"Your plan is to hide at Meta-chem so Max can't find you and make you all swoony."
Liz stood up and tossed her hair defiantly over her shoulder. "Exactly. Nothing bad can happen if I'm stuck 
in a lab all day."


2
Are you ready for Liz Parker to start?" Maris Wheeler asked.
Dr. Alan Sosa was pacing around the office, looking agitated. "I still don't see why she has to work here. 
We already have everything we need from this girl."
"She was the first one healed by the Healer," Maris said. "The guy literally repaired her gunshot wound just 
by touching her, at least that's the theory. So I'm thinking she must know something about him."
"Maris, you already have the waitress uniform with Liz Parker's blood on it. That's the most important thing 
she'll be able to contribute to your search for the Healer."
Maris regarded him coldly. "The name is Ms. Wheeler," she reminded him.
He threw up his hands. "Fine. Ms. Wheeler, I respectfully suggest that we're putting ourselves at risk 
bringing this girl into Meta-chem."
"I never realized you were such a coward, Alan," Maris remarked. "I'm simply trying to hedge my bets. If 
she


knows who the Healer is, maybe we can find out from her. And if not, we can use her as a guinea pig."
Alan stopped pacing. "What?" he said.
"I want you to test your serum on her," Maris informed him. "She'll be in your lab every day, so you'll be 
able to monitor what effect it has on her."
"That's crazy," Alan said. "We haven't even tested it on actual guinea pigs! We don't even know what it's 
made from."
"It's made from the Healer's DNA," Maris said.
"DNA taken from corrupted cells found on two-year-old fibers lifted from a waitress uniform," Alan said 
disgustedly. "You have no idea where that DNA came from!"
"Don't be so dismissive, Alan," Maris snapped. "It took millions of dollars and not a few criminal misdeeds 
to get that waitress uniform from the FBI. It's the only physical evidence we have of the Healer."
Alan frowned. "You don't know for sure that it's the Healer's DNA."
"It's unrecognizable DNA," Maris said. "We don't know what this Healer is—an alien, an angel, I don't 
care. But he doesn't have the same genes we do."
"Even if what you're saying is true, we don't know that his healing power has anything to do with his 
DNA," Alan protested. "We have no reason to think that turning his DNA into some sort of serum will have 
any healing properties at all."
Maris took a deep breath. Why did Dr. Sosa have to be so difficult? He was a brilliant genetic scientist, but 
not much of a strategic thinker. "Look, Alan, my husband is getting older and sicker by the day. I have to 
face the fact


that I may not find the Healer in time to save him. So I have to have a Plan B."
"The serum," Alan said miserably.
"Exactly. You were kind enough to turn the Healer's DNA into a serum for me. And now you're going to be 
kind enough to test it on Ms. Parker."
"You have money for lunch in the cafeteria, right?"
Liz stared at her father, trying to keep a straight face. "Uh, yeah," she said.
"And you'll call me when you want to come home?" Jeff Parker added.
Now Liz did laugh. "Yes, Dad," she said. "It's not the first day of kindergarten, you know. It's just a new 
job."
Jeff nodded. "I know. But it's so important! This is the first step to the career you've always wanted. This 
job could land you an acceptance to any college you want next year."
Liz kissed him on the cheek and opened the car door. She didn't want to think about next year, about 
leaving Roswell . . . and Max. "Bye, Dad," she said, climbing out and shutting the door behind her.
"Good luck, honey," Jeff replied.
Liz looked at him through the car window. He just kept grinning at her.
He's going to wait until I'm safely inside, Liz thought, amused. Her father was treating her like some fragile 
china doll. If he only knew the things she'd been through in the past two years, he'd realize she could take 
care of herself just fine. With a wave, she turned and headed into the new building.
Meta-chem even smelled new. The halls were bare, the


floors waxed and shiny under the soft fluorescent lights. About twenty feet away, some moving guys were 
unloading boxes of lab equipment in front of a thick steel door. A few of the boxes were labeled 
HAZARDOUS.
Liz wasn't sure what to do. No one had told her where to report, and other than the moving guys, no one 
was in sight. Taking a deep breath, she headed toward the moving cart. "Excuse me?" Liz called.
One of the guys—a short man, but solidly built— turned at the sound of her voice. In the process, he 
banged the box in his arms against the wall. From inside came the unmistakable sound of breaking glass.
Liz winced. "Sorry," she said. "I just—"
"What's going on out there?" cried an agitated voice from inside the lab.
The moving man took a step back, and a man in a lab coat appeared in the doorway. Liz recognized him 
immediately. It was Dr. Alan Sosa.
"Do you realize these are extremely delicate materials?" Dr. Sosa moaned. "You may have just undone 
months of work."
"I—I'm sorry," the moving guy mumbled.
"It's my fault," Liz said quickly. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sosa. I didn't know where to go, so I was about to ask this 
man. I distracted him."
Dr. Sosa glanced at Liz, then sighed. "Ms. Parker. Starting off your tenure here rather badly, aren't you?"
He turned and disappeared back inside the lab, leaving Liz horrified. She couldn't believe she'd made a bad 
impression already. And she couldn't believe how rude he'd just been to her!


The moving guy shot her a sympathetic smile as she squeezed past him into the lab. Dr. Sosa seemed to 
have forgotten about her already. He was busy arranging a complicated system of test tubes and jars on a 
lab table. Liz waited quietly just inside the door, not wanting to risk his anger by interrupting his work. 
After about two minutes, though, she felt she had no choice. "Um, Dr. Sosa?" She was dismayed to find her 
voice little more than a squeak.
"What?" he said without turning around.
"I was wondering what I should be doing," Liz said. "Can I help you with anything?"
Dr. Sosa whirled about so quickly that Liz jumped back in surprise. His graying hair was too long, and 
flopped when he moved, making him look like a mad scientist. He stared at Liz in silence, his eyes boring 
into hers as if he was trying to read her mind.
"Why do you want to work here instead of lying by the pool all summer?" he asked in a low voice.
Liz, taken aback, could think of nothing to say.
"You're young, you're free. Why don't you just leave right now?" he went on.
Liz felt awful. Did he think she was unqualified for this job? He seemed to believe she was some 
bubblehead with nothing on her mind but getting a tan. Or maybe he'd checked over her grades lately. 
Maybe he'd realized the wrong student had gotten this work-scholarship.
Liz opened her mouth to speak, but another voice cut her off.
"Liz!" Maris Wheeler floated into the room. She was wearing a gorgeous business suit, and Liz smelled 
expensive


perfume. She immediately gave Liz a warm smile and a little hug. "Welcome to Meta-chem!"
Liz forced a smile. "Hi, Ms. Wheeler."
"Maris, please."
"Maris," Liz corrected herself. She didn't really know what to make of Maris Wheeler. The woman was 
beautiful, and she seemed to belong in a mansion somewhere, not running a pharmaceutical company. But 
her steely blue eyes held a great intelligence.
Maris turned to Dr. Sosa. "Good morning, Alan," she said. "Are you helping Liz get settled in?"
His eyes shot down to the floor, and his cheeks turned white. He didn't reply. There was a strange, awkward 
pause.
Finally, Liz couldn't stand it. "I just got here," she said. "We haven't really had time to settle in."
Maris nodded. "Well, I'll give you the overview while I'm here. Obviously I'm no scientist like Dr. Sosa, so 
he'll have to fill in the details once you get to work."
Liz glanced at Dr. Sosa. He had turned his back to them, and his shoulders were hunched up as if he was 
stressed. There was something weird going on here.
"Dr. Sosa is doing some very important work for us," Maris was saying. "He's a cancer researcher, as I'm 
sure you know."
"Yes," Liz said.
"Most cancer treatments are designed to deal with the cancer once it occurs. But here at Meta-chem, we're 
working on a treatment that will attack the cancer at its source," Maris said. "Cancer, of course, is a 
mutation."
"Right," Liz said. "Regular cells mutate into cancer cells."


"Exactly. And what we want to do is prevent the mutation from ever occurring."
Liz frowned in confusion. "How is that possible? We don't know what causes the mutation."
"True. But we do a lot of work with DNA here. Our goal is to make human DNA resistant to mutation. 
Strengthen the resistance, protect the DNA . . . and the cancer never happens."
Liz knew this conversation was oversimplifying things, but she couldn't help thinking that it all sounded 
like a pipe dream.
"But if you make human DNA resistant to mutations, it could also be harmful," she pointed out. "Some 
mutations are good. Evolution is a history of mutations."
"Of course we're trying to isolate specific genes that are most likely to lead to the growth of cancerous 
cells," Maris said.
"Isn't it dangerous, though?" Liz asked. "I mean, once we start messing with people's DNA, who knows 
where it could lead."
"That's exactly right, Ms. Parker," Dr. Sosa said. It was the first thing he'd said since Maris had arrived, and 
Liz was almost surprised to hear his voice.
Maris smiled at Dr. Sosa, but her smile was a little forced. "There are ethical issues to any gene therapy," 
she admitted coldly. "But we at Meta-chem feel we know where the line is. And we'd like to eradicate 
cancer."
Now I've insulted her, Liz thought. What a terrible beginning}. "That's really impressive," she said aloud. 
"I had no idea you were working on such humanitarian things."


"We produce pharmaceuticals only to make money for our more important research," Maris said. "That's 
what Meta-chem is all about—helping people. Healing people."
Dr. Sosa coughed, and Maris shot him an aggravated look.
I guess Dr. Sosa doesn't buy the Meta-chem sales pitch, Liz thought, amused. It looked as if this job would be an 
education in office politics as well as science.
"I wanted you to be in the lab where our most interesting work is being done," Maris told Liz. "That's why 
I've placed you with Dr. Sosa. I'll leave you two to get started."
Maris headed for the door, then stopped and turned back to Liz. "I'm really happy to have you here, Liz. 
We both are. Right, Alan?"
Dr. Sosa met Maris's eye, then forced a smile. "Sure," he said.
The minute Maris was out of the room, his smile disappeared. Liz couldn't figure it out—he obviously 
wasn't happy to have her here. But why?
"I'm really excited to be involved with such cutting-edge research," she said. "What do you want me to 
do?"
"See that box?" he said, pointing to one of the crates the movers had left.
Liz nodded.
"You'll find about five hundred petri dishes inside. I want you to wash every one of them."
Liz gaped at him. Washing dishes? That was her fantastic new job? She could do that at the Crashdown!
"Just. . . wash them?"
Dr. Sosa rolled his eyes. "Did you think you'd be splicing genes for your summer job?" he asked.


Liz felt tears sting the back of her eyes. This guy was a jerk! "I'll get to work," she murmured.
Isabel stuck another grape into her mouth and sighed. "Are we really watching General Hospital?" she 
asked her brother, who sat next to her on the couch.
Max continued to stare at the TV
"Because I kinda had the impression that you'd rather be tortured in the White Room than watch a soap 
opera," she went on.
Max didn't answer. He just stared straight ahead, chewing thoughtfully on his lip. If he didn't get bored and 
leave, Isabel was going to have to take matters into her own hands. She needed him out of earshot before 
her new boyfriend, Jesse Ramirez, called. "In fact I thought soap operas gave you hives," she added.
No answer.
Isabel pointed her finger at Max and used her powers to shoot a tiny zap of electricity at his cheek.
"Ow!" he yelped, jumping in surprise. He glared at Isabel, then picked up the remote. "Just for that, I'm not 
letting you watch General Hospital," he said, changing the channel.
Isabel snorted. "You've been sitting here for fifteen minutes brooding and moping," she said. "And totally 
not paying attention to what's in front of your face. What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, please, Max. Don't make me resort to dreamwalk-ing"
"You can't dreamwalk me," Max said.


"Don't be so sure."
They sat in silence for another minute, now watching an infomercial on TV If Max hated anything more 
than soap operas, it was infomercials. "It's Liz," he said suddenly.
"Well, duh," Isabel replied. "What happened now?"
"I think she took that job at Meta-chem just to get away from me."
"Max, Liz won the job in a scholarship contest," Isabel pointed out. "It couldn't have been some 
premeditated way to avoid you."
"I guess not. But I'm afraid she's having doubts about us," Max said despairingly. He clicked off the TV 
and turned his big, sad eyes on Isabel.
Great, she thought. Now I'll never get rid of him before Jesse calls. It wasn't that she didn't care about 
Max's problem. But she wanted to talk to Jesse in private, and she could not let Max find out about him. 
Her relationship with Jesse was still so new, and she was sure Max wouldn't approve. In fact he might 
disapprove so much that he would tell their parents about it, and that would be a disaster. First of all, Jesse 
was older—eight years older. And second of all, he worked for Isabel's father. No, there was no way she 
could let her parents find out about Jesse.
Once upon a time she would've trusted her brother with this kind of secret. Once upon a time he was her 
best friend. But Max had changed over the past year. Learning about their alien destiny had been a shock to 
all of them, but Max had taken it the hardest. Because Max was the king, a king whose responsibility it was 
to save a planet he'd never even seen. And whose destiny was to love a girl


he barely even knew. Somehow, in the middle of all that, he'd lost track of who he was. He'd managed to 
alienate all his friends.
And about two months ago, he'd done the worst thing Isabel could think of: He'd turned on her. He took his 
role of king so seriously that he thought he could make decisions for all of them. He'd decided that he didn't 
want Isabel leaving Roswell to go to college, and he'd threatened to do whatever it took to make her obey 
him. Even if that meant lying to their parents, telling them Isabel was on drugs.
Max had apologized later, and she'd forgiven him. But Isabel wasn't sure she could ever trust her brother 
again.
And Jesse was too important to her to give up. If Max didn't want her with Jesse, he might try to tell her 
what to do, maybe even threaten her again. So she just had to keep Max from finding out.
Isabel didn't feel like talking about Max's troubles with Liz. Those two were never happy, and there was 
nothing anyone could do to help.
"Max, you and Liz are the interplanetary Romeo and Juliet. She's disgustingly in love with you," Isabel 
said.
"She got really upset after I had that flash of my son," Max told her.
Isabel sighed. Clearly she was going to have to help Max through this, even if it meant missing her call 
from Jesse.
"Well, you did sleep with Tess and get her pregnant," Isabel said. "And Tess killed Alex and lied to all of 
us. So it's sort of understandable that Liz would get upset when you have psychic flashes from Tess."


"The flash came from the baby" Max corrected her.
Isabel put her hand over his. "You can't know that for sure," she said gently. "You don't know anything 
about the baby. And you have to admit, if the situation were reversed, you'd be freaked out too."
Max nodded sadly. "What am I supposed to do about it?" he asked. "All I want is for life to go back to 
normal."
"News flash, Max: Life never was normal."
Max smiled wanly. "You know what I mean. Before we knew about Antar and being the Royal Four."
"Before Tess."
He shrugged. "But there's nothing I can do about it now. I can't escape the responsibility. I'm the king. And 
he's my son, Isabel. I have to find him, no matter what. Don't I?"
Isabel thought about it. Max's son. Her own nephew. It all seemed so remote, so unreal. Tess was gone, and 
she'd taken with her their only way to get back to their home planet, Antar. They were stuck on Earth now, 
with no means of fulfilling their duty to save Antar from its current, evil rulers. It seemed as if fate had 
taken it out of their hands. "I don't know, Max," Isabel said slowly. "I don't know if it's even possible to 
find your son. I think maybe it's time to admit that our lives are going to be here, , on Earth."
"I tried that," he replied. "And as soon as I started rebuilding my life here, I got that flash from my son. 
He's telling me that I can't give up ... even if it means sacrificing my relationship with Liz."
The misery in Max's face was so extreme that Isabel felt her own eyes filling with tears. Maybe she'd been 
too hard


on him. He had problems on a universal scale. Maybe she should just let go of the past, try to trust Max 
again. . . .
The phone rang.
Isabel froze. It was Jesse, it had to be!
Max grabbed the cordless from the coffee table and clicked it on. "Hello?"
She watched his face as he listened to the voice on the other end. Max's eyes sought out Isabel's, and he 
frowned. "Just a minute," he said into the phone. Then he held it out to Isabel, his eyebrows raised 
questioningly.
Isabel looked in Max's eyes, but she couldn't read his expression. Did he suspect her relationship with 
Jesse? How would he react when he found out? Max had always been compulsive about keeping their 
secret—he didn't want anyone else to get close enough to him, Michael, or Isabel to find out that they were 
aliens. Too many people knew already.
What would he do if he thought Isabel's new romance was putting them all in danger? Isabel knew the 
answer to that: He would make her end it. She couldn't let Max discover her feelings for Jesse. She couldn't 
trust Max. She took the phone from him. "Hello?"
"Hey, beautiful." Jesse's warm, loving voice filled her ears. "How's my girl?"
Her eyes still on Max, Isabel took a deep breath. "I'm not interested," she said. Then she hung up on her 
boyfriend before he could say another word.
Max was watching her with a frown. "Who was that?" he said.
"A telemarketer," Isabel lied. "Nobody important."


"Bye, Mom!" Maria called as she bustled through the kitchen of the DeLuca house. She wore a long, loose 
skirt and a spaghetti-strap tank top and she was pulling her hair into a ponytail as she went. "I'll be back 
around ten."
Sadie could hear pretty well from her hiding spot in the bushes outside the DeLuca house, and she managed 
to duck beneath the window just as Maria passed by inside. The bush she was hiding in had a few thorns, 
but nothing she couldn't handle. The only thing that mattered was that she get to watch Maria. She began to 
gather her things together so that she could follow Maria when she left the house.
"Maria!" Amy DeLucas voice called from inside. "Where are you going?"
Sadie slowly peered over the edge of the window again. Maria now stood near the front door, looking 
exasperated. Amy faced her from the other side of the kitchen.
"I'm meeting Michael," Maria said. "We're going to the movies."
"From one o'clock in the afternoon until ten at night?" Amy demanded.
Maria rolled her eyes. "What's with the inquisition?" she asked.
Sadie grinned. "What's with the inquisition?" she whispered. She loved the way Maria talked—always so 
sure of herself.
"I have to go to Hondo for the afternoon flea market," Amy was saying. "I wanted you to come with me 
and man the booth today."
Maria's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Excuse me?" she said. "It's my one day off from the 
Crashdown."


"That's the point," Amy replied. "You have time to help me today." She tossed Maria a glow-in-the-dark 
alien puppet. "I just got a whole shipment in, so it will be a busy day. I can't handle it alone."
Maria held the puppet up by its webbed foot. "Look, selling this alien crap is your thing, not mine," she told 
her mother. "I have a job. And today is my vacation day, so that means I get to spend it doing what I want 
to do."
Sadie's legs were getting tired from squatting underneath the windowsill. This argument seemed like it 
might go on for a while, so she slid down the wall of the house until she was sitting directly under the 
window. This way, she could still hear every word Maria said, and she could add to her logbook at the 
same time.
"This 'alien crap' is what puts food on the table, young lady," Amy cried.
Sadie tuned her out for a moment while she flipped to a fresh page in the notebook on her lap. She took a 
pencil from her backpack and began drawing a picture of Maria, quickly filling in the details—the pattern 
on the skirt she was wearing, the way Maria's ponytail sat high up on her head.
"... this is a family business and you're part of the family," Amy was saying.
"You call this a family?" Maria replied. "There are two of us, you and me. You sell alien stuff at flea 
markets, I work at the Crashdown. That's it. We have no family business. We barely have a family!"
Sadie flipped to another blank page and began to write. Mom sells alien toys and stuff, she scribbled 
quickly. Maria doesn't like to help.
"—enough of Michael?" Amy's voice broke Sadie's


concentration. Was Michael Maria's boyfriend? Sadie got up and peered through the window again. Maria 
was standing with her hand on the doorknob, ready to leave the house.
"No, Mom, I haven't seen enough of Michael," Maria was saying. "I like to see him as much as I can. You 
might not remember this, but when you have a boyfriend, you actually like to hang out with him." She 
turned and pulled the door open so quickly that Sadie barely had time to duck out of sight behind the 
bushes.
Maria stomped down the driveway and opened the door of her car.
"There's more to life than Michael Guerin, you know!" Amy shouted after her.
Maria didn't answer; she just climbed into the car and peeled out.
Sadie sighed. So much for trying to follow Maria. She looked back down at the notebook in her lap and 
wrote some more. Maria drives a reddish Volkswagen. Her boyfriend's name is Michael. Michael Geerin.
That would do for now. Sadie closed the notebook and stared at the cover for a moment. Glued carefully to 
the front of the book was a large, glossy school picture. A picture of Maria.
"Soon I'll know everything about you," Sadie whispered to the picture. "Everything."


3
Maris sat behind her huge cherry wood desk, poring over her file on the Healer. She had a photograph from 
the incident at the hospital in Phoenix last December. The Healer had cured an entire cancer ward full of 
children, and there was a security photo of a teenage boy with long hair. The FBI Special Unit—from 
whom Maris had bought this file—had thought this boy was the Healer. But Maris wasn't so sure.
"It's worth investigating, I guess," she murmured, writing a note to herself to have a private investigator 
find out who the guy in the photo was.
Dr. Sosa's thin, reedy voice interrupted her thoughts. "You told me to report at the end of the day."
Without looking up, Maris said, "Come in and shut the door."
Alan entered her office and closed the thick metal door behind him. "Liz Parker left about ten minutes ago," 
he said.
"And?" Maris asked. "Did you give her the serum?"


Alan snorted. "Of course not. I had to have some control samples."
"Like what?" Maris asked.
"I have the old samples of the Healer's cells, and now I have samples of Liz Parker's. I managed to get a 
piece of her hair without her noticing."
"I'm bored by this, Alan," Maris said.
"If you want me to track the changes in her after I give her the serum, we need to have a baseline sample 
from before she has the serum," Alan said petulantly. "And besides, I found out something very 
interesting."
"What?"
"Her DNA is odd."
Maris frowned. "Odd how?"
"It has some similarities with the DNA from the Healer's cells."
Maris sat back in her chair. "That is interesting," she said. "Are you suggesting that when he heals, he 
actually changes the structure of the patient's DNA?"
"It would appear so," Alan said.
"So if he heals my husband, he'll be turning Clayton into some sort of superman," Maris said, more to 
herself than him.
"No, not at all," Alan corrected her. "Liz Parker isn't superhuman. She's simply . . . different. There's no 
reason to think the mutated DNA has any effect on her daily life. It may just be a tag left behind by the 
healing process. It doesn't seem to serve any purpose."
"Oh, please, Alan," Maris snorted. "You scientists can't . figure out the purpose of most of our genetic 
material. Don't pretend you know what this DNA does."
Alan sat down in one of her guest chairs without even


asking. "I think we need to reconsider using Liz to test the serum," he said.
Maris stared at him with contempt. "No."
"Maris—Ms. Wheeler. Liz already has compromised DNA. We won't be able to tell how the serum works 
on a regular person, a person who's never been healed by the Healer. She isn't a good test subject."
"Didn't you just say that you think the mutated DNA has no effect on her?" Maris asked.
Alan looked confused. Got him! Maris thought with satisfaction. She could always tell when Dr. Sosa was 
trying to worm his way out of doing something unpleasant.
"Be sure to give Liz the serum tomorrow," Maris instructed him. "Now get out of my office."
Kyle opened the front door and walked wearily inside. He tossed the keys onto the table beside the door 
and wiped his sweaty palms on the dark blue jumpsuit that was his uniform at Toby's Garage. Then he 
wrinkled his nose. He'd been underneath a car for the last three hours, but the air in the house he shared 
with his father was even harder to breathe than exhaust fumes. "Jeez, Dad, open some windows," he cried, 
fanning his face.
"Sorry, son," Jim Valenti called from his seat on the couch. "I guess we should clean up in here one of 
these days." Valenti took a swig of his Coke and continued watching TV
"Yeah, maybe next time I have an hour off," Kyle muttered as he forced open the living room window. 
Two men, their dirty clothes, and lots of leftover takeout could create quite a stench.
"How was your day?" Valenti asked.


"Uh ... it sucked," Kyle replied. "How 'bout you? What did you do today?"
Valenti yawned. "Oh, a little of this, little of that."
Translation: Nothing at all, Kyle thought. He tried not be angry at his dad. After all, it wasn't Valenti's fault 
he'd lost his job. He'd been trying to help the aliens, the same way Kyle always tried to help them. He owed 
Max Evans his life, and Isabel was turning into one of his closest friends. Hell, even Michael had his 
moments. So if the interplanetary gang needed help, the Valentis were there.
Too bad it usually wreaked such havoc on their lives.
Kyle knew his father would snap out of this depression eventually and find a new job. But he'd been a 
police officer all his life, like his own father before him. Without his badge, Valenti didn't know what to do 
with himself.
Kyle opened the fridge and let the cool air wash over his hot skin. He took a cleansing breath and tried to 
remember his Buddhist teachings. He let the anger drain slowly from his body. He loved his father, even if 
he was no longer bringing in a single cent.
"When the man becomes a child, the child must become a man," he murmured. They would be all right. His 
mechanic job covered the mortgage payments, and the new Meta-chem job would buy some food. As long 
as his father got it together before Kyle had to go back to school in the fall, they'd do fine.
"Hey, close the fridge!" Valenti called. "You're wasting electricity."
Kyle clenched his teeth. "It's my electricity," he whispered. Still, he closed the refrigerator and turned 
toward his father.


"Package for you on the table," Valenti said. "A messenger brought it by today."
Kyle glanced at the bulky brown envelope. The label on it read META-CHEM. "Must be my new uniform," 
Kyle said. "I start at Meta-chem tomorrow."
He ripped open the paper and pulled out ... a jumpsuit. Just like the one he was wearing now, except the 
Meta-chem jumpsuit was dark green. Over the right pocket, his name was stitched, and over the left pocket 
it said, HOUSEKEEPING. "Just kill me now," Kyle said.
"Looks like you won't need any new clothes for a while," Valenti joked.
Kyle narrowed his eyes and shot Valenti the nastiest look he had.
"Toss me a beer, would you, son?" Valenti asked.
"What city, please?" said the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Roswell," Sadie replied. She was crammed into a tiny phone booth on Nelson Avenue, and the cars and 
trucks were whizzing by pretty quickly.
"Georgia?" the operator asked.
Sadie covered her other ear with her hand to block out the noise of the traffic. "What?" she yelled into the 
phone..
"Roswell, Georgia?" the operator repeated.
"No, New Mexico," Sadie corrected her. "G-e-e-r-i-n. Michael Geerin. I need his address."
"No listing under that name," the operator said, and promptly hung up.
Sadie put the phone back in its cradle and tried not to get upset. This was the third phone booth she'd tried, 
and


none of them had phone books. She had to find the address of Michael's place, because that's where Maria 
was going. How could she watch Maria if she couldn't even find her?
Across the street there was a Gap. Sadie brightened, struck by an idea. She could go in there and get a tank 
top just like the one Maria was wearing today. That would make her feel better—she could dress just like 
Maria!
She pulled her heavy backpack onto her shoulders, waited for a break in the traffic, and ran across. Right 
outside the store was another pay phone. This one didn't have a whole booth, but it did have a Roswell 
phone book in the little cabinet underneath the phone.
"Yes!" Sadie cried happily. She grabbed the book and plopped down on the sidewalk next to the pay phone. 
Quickly she turned to the Gs. There was no Michael Geerin. "He must be unlisted," Sadie murmured sadly.
"Who are you looking for?" someone asked.
Sadie started, glancing anxiously up at the guy standing above her. She wasn't supposed to be in Roswell. If 
anyone turned her in, she'd be in huge trouble. "Urn, I'm looking for my, uh, cousin. Michael. But I can't 
find him," she said, climbing to her feet. She hitched her backpack up so it was more secure on her 
shoulders, in case she had to run.
"What's his last name?" asked the guy. "Maybe I know him."
Sadie thought about it. This guy was a teenager like Maria. Maybe he went to school with her and her 
boyfriend. "Geerin."
The guy stared at her for a second.  Uh-oh,  Sadie


thought. He knows I'm lying. She took a step backward.
"Michael's your cousin?" the guy asked, frowning. "I thought he was, like, a total orphan. I mean, with no 
family at all."
"So you know him?" Sadie asked eagerly.
"Sure. He was in my auto-shop class last year. Well, when he bothered to show." The guy took the phone 
book and flipped it open to the Gs. "Here," he said, pointing.
Sadie followed his finger. Michael Guerin. She'd been spelling it wrong.
It was a tiny little mistake, but suddenly she felt overwhelmed. What was she doing here, in a place she'd 
never been, looking for a teenage guy she'd never heard of before yesterday? It hadn't even occurred to her 
to check other spellings. She must be an idiot! Sadie's heart began to pound, and she felt panicky. She was 
in way over her head! She had to go home!
"Are you okay, kid?" the guy asked. "You look really pale."
Sadie tried to focus on him. She looked pale? "I'm not his cousin," she blurted out. "I'm really looking for 
his girlfriend. She's supposed to be there."
Just thinking of Maria calmed her down. That's why she was here, for Maria. She had nothing to worry 
about. She would find Maria.
The guy shrugged. "Whatever," he said. He wandered off down the sidewalk. Sadie waited until he was at 
the corner, then she sat back down on the concrete and pulled out her notebook.
Michael Guerin, she wrote. 1701 East 3rd St.
She reached into her backpack again and pulled out a well-worn map. She opened it up and spread it on the


sidewalk in front of her. It was a street map of Roswell, and she knew it almost by heart. She had no trouble 
finding Michael's address, and she wrote in big letters on the map: MICHAEL'S HOUSE. She already had 
Maria's house and the Crashdown Cafe written in.
Her confidence restored, Sadie folded up the map, stuck it in her backpack, and went into the Gap to buy a 
tank top just like Maria's.
"Jesse!" Isabel waved her arms, trying to get her boyfriend's attention across the crowded lawn. 
Summerhaven Park always filled up at lunchtime—all the businesspeople from the nearby firms liked to eat 
outside when the weather was nice.
"Jesse," she called again, more quietly this time. The office where Jesse—and her father—worked was only 
a few blocks away. It was entirely possible that her dad was in the park somewhere too. She was taking a 
big risk looking for Jesse in such a public place, but she had to see him. She had to explain why she'd hung 
up on him the day before.
Jesse finally noticed her and headed across the grass to where she'd set up her blanket. She'd found a spot 
as out of the way as possible.
"Hey," he said, sitting next to her on the blanket. "What are you doing here?" His voice was cold, and he 
didn't smile.
Isabel felt terrible. "I had to see you," she said in a rush, "I'm so sorry I hung up on you, Jesse. I just didn't 
know what else to do! My brother was there, and I could tell he was suspicious. I panicked."
Jesse relaxed a little. "I know, I figured it out," he said.


"I knew you'd understand." Isabel reached for his hand, but Jesse pulled away. "What's wrong?" she asked.
He gazed out over the crowded lawn, refusing to meet her eye. "It got me thinking."
"What did?"
"You lying to your brother about me. Why don't you tell him the truth?"
Isabel didn't know what to say. "We ... we talked about this, Jesse," she started.
"We talked about keeping it from your parents," Jesse interrupted. "Because I work for your father. But you 
and your brother are supposed to be close. Why can't you tell him how you feel about me?"
Because he's an alien king and he thinks I'm supposed to obey everything he says, she thought. "It's 
complicated," she said aloud.
"Too complicated," Jesse agreed.
Alarm bells went off in Isabel's head. "What do you mean?"
For the first time, Jesse turned to face her. "You don't want to tell your brother because you think he won't 
approve," he said.
Isabel opened her mouth, but no words came out. He was right.
"That's what got me thinking," Jesse went on. "Your brother wouldn't approve, your friends wouldn't 
approve, and your father would fire me. Because I'm too old for you, Isabel. I'm out of college—I'm out of 
law school!— and you're not even a freshman yet."
"But I don't care about that," she cried. "Why should it matter how old you are? It's just a number!"
Jesse took her hand now. "Honey, it's not just a number,"


he said gently. "It's experience, it's years of learning how the world works. I just. . . know more than you 
do. I can't explain it. There's so much that you haven't done, that you haven't seen yet."
Isabel stared at him, dumbfounded. She had done and seen more than he could imagine. He wouldn't even 
believe most of the things she'd seen. But she couldn't tell him that. She couldn't risk him finding out her 
secret.
"You're young, and you should be able to act young," Jesse went on. "You deserve to have a boyfriend you 
don't have to lie about."
Isabel pulled her hand away. "I can handle it," she said shortly. Her whole life was a lie; why should her 
love life be any different?
Jesse shook his head. "I know this sounds condescending," he said, "but I don't think you can handle it. I 
don't even think I can handle it."
Isabel kept her eyes on the picnic basket she'd packed with such care. "Are you breaking up with me?" she 
whispered.
There was a long pause. Finally Isabel couldn't stand it. She raised her eyes to Jesse's distraught face.
"Yes," he said.
"Score!" Michael yelled. "I am the greatest!" He began his ridiculous victory dance around the foosball 
table, making his stomach ripple as he shuffled his feet.
Maria shook her head. Michael would never do this dance in front of anyone else. In a way, it proved what 
a deep intimacy he shared with her. And in another way, it proved what a total loser he was.


"It doesn't count if you're controlling both teams," Maria pointed out.
Michael stopped mid-ripple. "If you would just play with me, I wouldn't have to be both teams."
"Foosball is stupid."
"You only think that because you suck at it," Michael said. He halfheartedly continued his dance. Maria 
returned to reading the Rolling Stone that lay open on her lap.
"I could coach you," Michael offered.
"No thanks."
"I'll let you win the first game."
"How sweet," Maria said dryly, keeping her attention on the magazine.
Michael suddenly leaped across the room, planting himself right in front of Maria's face as she lounged on 
his filthy couch. He snatched the magazine away from her.
"Hey!" she yelped. "I was reading that!"
He began his dance again, holding up his T-shirt to show off his bare stomach as he sucked it in and out. 
"You know you want to play with me, baby," he cried. "You can't resist me!"
Maria stared at him, openmouthed. He looked like an idiot. She started to laugh.
Michael grinned back at her, then flopped down on the couch and took her in his arms. "Told you you 
couldn't resist me," he said, kissing her.
It was true. As much as he drove her nuts, Maria couldn't stay away from Michael for long. Even on those 
days when she couldn't think of a single thing that was attractive about him, all she had to do was look in 
his eyes and she was a goner. "I thought we were gonna do


something today," she said against his mouth.
"We are doing something," he murmured, slowly moving his hand down her side.
"Something outside," she said.
"This is better."
Maria closed her eyes and kissed him some more. She could do this forever, just lie in Michael's arms and 
forget about everything else. "No," she said abruptly, pushing him off her. "You said we could go out."
Michael ran his hand through his long hair. "It's a figure of speech," he said, his voice frustrated.
Maria jumped up from the couch and began to pace around his small apartment. "I'm sick of hanging 
around here all the time, Michael," she complained. "Other people go to movies, or go bowling, or ... or 
whatever. I blew off my mother today when she needed my help. I thought we had plans."
She glanced out the small window in his living room, and stopped in surprise.
"Fine," Michael sighed. "What do you want to do?"
But Maria barely heard him. She stepped closer to the window and peered outside. There was that kid from 
the Crashdown, that strange little girl. She was sitting on the hood of a car parked across the street from 
Michael's building. Just sitting there, writing in a notebook. Suddenly the girl glanced up—right at Maria.
Maria gasped and leaped to the side, out of sight of the window. "There's someone out there," she hissed.
Michael was instantly on alert. "Where?" he asked, rushing to Maria's side.
"Across the street."


He eased himself up to the side of the window and peered around the edge.
Maria chewed on her lip, worried. Who was this kid? And what was she doing here? Seeing her at the 
Crash-down was one thing, but why would she be in Michael's neighborhood? Why was she watching 
Michael's apartment? Was she some kind of alien-hunter? Or one of the Skins who had somehow survived 
Tess's firestorm?
"It's a little girl," Michael said dubiously.
"Uh-huh." Maria took some calming breaths. They had managed to handle every alien threat so far. They 
would get through this one too.
Michael stepped out in front of the window.
"What are you doing?" Maria shrieked. "She'll see you!"
Michael pushed open the window. "Hey, kid! Scram!" he yelled.
Maria couldn't believe it. She pushed him aside and stared through the window. The girl hastily threw her 
notebook into a backpack and jumped off the car. She ran off down the road.
"She's not a stray dog, Michael," Maria snapped. "For all you know, she's going to get reinforcements."
He rolled his eyes. "Think about it. Did she look dangerous?"
Maria pictured the little girl, her hair in a ponytail, dressed in a skirt and a really cute tank top. A really 
familiar tank top, come to think of it. "I think she had the same shirt as me," Maria said.
Michael frowned. "Then maybe she is dangerous."
For a moment, Maria gave him her meanest glare. Then she pounced on him. Really, she never could resist 
him.


"Two hundred thirty-two one hundred by fifteen millimeter petri dishes," Liz said into the mini-tape 
recorder Dr. Sosa had given her. "And, for the record, no scholarship is worth this."
Liz hit play, listened to her last remark, and then erased it from the tape.
She put the newly counted carton full of petri dishes onto a shelf labeled PETRI DISHES. She had never been 
so bored in her life. Dr. Sosa had left for a meeting about an hour before, leaving Liz to take inventory of 
everything in the lab. He'd said he wanted to make sure he'd accounted for every piece of equipment in the 
move. But Liz thought he really wanted to drive her crazy. Maybe he was trying to get her to quit.
Her stubborn nature arose at the thought. She wasn't going to quit, no matter what kinds of menial labor he 
gave her. This job was an important stepping-stone to her future, and she would stick it out.
"I work in a famous cancer research lab," she said out loud. That made her feel better. Maybe this was what 
lab assistants did—count and label and organize. She'd done a lot of actual research on her own, working 
on all sorts of alien-related chemistry. But Dr. Sosa didn't know that. He thought she was just a typical high 
school student, and that's how he was treating her. She would simply have to prove him wrong.
Liz picked up the box cutter and opened another carton of petri dishes—this time the thirty-five by ten mil-
limeter ones. She ran her finger slowly over a stack of dishes, counting. She lost count by the time she got 
to ten.


I need a break, she decided. She made her way out of the supply closet where she'd been working, and 
wandered back into the main lab. It was deserted. Dr. Sosa didn't seem to have any research assistants 
except her. Liz didn't know what to make of it—a world-famous doctor, a brand-new lab, groundbreaking 
research. There should be about thirty people working round the clock on this project. But she'd met no one 
other than Dr. Sosa.
Liz stretched her arms in the air, trying to ease the stiffness from squatting all day, counting things. She 
glanced around the lab, reveling in the neat chrome countertops, the high-powered microscopes, and the 
centrifuges. She loved laboratories, the way everything was in order, everything was under control. This 
was her natural environment, she was sure of it. All her life, she'd felt most comfortable in a lab.
Until Max. With Max nothing was under control—least of all her own feelings. She simply melted 
whenever he was near her. As if he were my destiny, she thought. Too bad I wasn't his.
Liz shook off the bitterness. Tess was Max's destiny. Liz had known that for more than a year now. Max 
hadn't asked for it. It wasn't his fault Tess had turned out bad. It wasn't even his fault that he'd slept with 
Tess. Well, not entirely. After all, on their home planet she was his wife.
None of that helped. The pain was still there. Liz still felt betrayed by Max. How could he have made love 
to anyone other than her?
I've got to focus on something else, she thought. I'm here at Meta-chem, and there's only me. No aliens. Nothing to 
worry about.


Her gaze fell on Dr. Sosa's work station. He'd put everything away before leaving Liz alone, but she'd seen 
where the most recent samples were kept. Maybe she could take a peek at some of the mutated cells he was 
working with. It wouldn't do any harm—these were just basic samples. The important materials were kept 
under lock in a small chamber at the back of the room.
Liz pulled open a long, flat drawer at Dr. Sosa's workstation. Inside were several small boxes of slides. One 
box was labeled PATIENT X and dated yesterday. Liz opened the box and removed one of the slides inside.
"Okay, Patient X, let's see your cancer cells," she whispered, putting the slide under the microscope. She 
leaned in, brought the slide into focus, and saw large, five-sided cells. Green cells.
Liz's mind flew back to that day two years earlier when she'd first learned the truth about Max's alien 
nature. She'd swiped some cells from his cheek and looked at them under the microscope in the high school 
lab. His cells hadn't looked like hers. They hadn't looked human. They were large, and shaped like little 
pentagons. They were green.
They were the same as these cells.
Liz's head spun. These cells, here in Dr. Sosa's lab. These cells weren't human.
Did Meta-chem know about the aliens?


4
Kyle sloshed the mop around in the pail of semi-sudsy water. With a yawn, he lifted the mop out and 
splashed it down onto the already-spotless floor of a Meta-chem hallway. He'd mopped about seven 
identical halls since he'd started his shift. His basic plan was to work his way down to the employee 
kitchen, where he could finish his night by raiding the fridge.
"Working for the man," he sang in a falsetto voice. "Yes, I am wor-kmin!"
"Kyle!" a voice broke into his wail. Kyle, mortified, spun toward the doorway behind him. He was shocked 
to see Liz standing there. "What the hell?" he cried. "It's midnight! I thought 1 was alone."
"I need your help," Liz said. "And I already know you can't sing."
"Okay then," Kyle replied. "What's up?"
Liz glanced around suspiciously. "Do you think there are security cameras?" she asked.


Kyle sighed and stuck the mop back into its bucket. "So it's that kind of problem, huh?"
"What do you mean?" Liz asked.
"I mean it's a drop-everything-and-risk-getting-arrested-to-save-the-aliens kind of problem," Kyle 
explained.
Liz nodded, biting her lower lip. "Sorry," she murmured.
"No problemo," Kyle assured her. "Let's go talk in the kitchen. If there are cameras, it will just look like 
we're stealing food." He led the way down the hall. "Why are you here so late, anyway?"
"Because I needed to see you," Liz said. "I told the security guard that I'd forgotten something in the lab, so 
I don't have much time. I'm sure eventually he'll come check up on me if I'm gone too long."
Kyle pushed open the door to the employee kitchen. He gestured for Liz to take a seat at the small Formica 
table, then he opened the refrigerator and peered inside. "So what is it?" he asked.
"I was snooping around in Dr. Sosa's lab."
Kyle rolled his eyes and reached for an apple someone had left in the fridge. "Don't you run into enough 
trouble without going around looking for it?"
"I didn't think it would cause trouble," Liz protested. "He has me doing such boring stuff! I just wanted to 
get a look at what he's actually working on. You know, real scientific research material, not just stacks of 
inventory."
"Whatever," Kyle said. "What did you find?"
"Alien cells," Liz whispered. "In his cancer cell slides."
"No way," Kyle whispered back. "Are you sure?"


"I've seen way too many alien cells in my life," Liz pointed out. "I know what they look like."
"Fair enough. But what are they doing here? Do you think Meta-chem knows about our aliens?"
Liz shrugged. "They were labeled 'Patient X.' I thought maybe Dr. Sosa had stumbled across a cancer 
patient who'd turned out to be an alien."
Kyle thought about it. The aliens they knew of were the so-called Royal Four; Nasedo, who was dead; and 
the Skins, who were also dead. Was there another one? "I don't think I can take another new alien," he 
murmured. "What if it turns out to be like Tess?"
Liz fixed him with a hard stare. "You mean an evil, murdering bitch?"
Kyle looked down at the table. "I wish I could think of her that way," he said. "But it's not that simple."
"She killed Alex. It is that simple," Liz said.
"Not to me!" Kyle exploded. "None of you even think of how it is for me, do you? I trusted her. She was 
like a sister to me, she lived in my home. And she totally betrayed me."
"I'm so sorry," Liz said quickly. "I didn't mean—"
"No," Kyle cut her off. "I don't want to hear it. Everyone just takes it for granted that and my dad and I are 
on board with the whole alien thrill ride. But none of you ever think about what it cost us."
"Kyle—"
"We took her in, we loved her. She became like family to us. And then she used her powers on me without 
even asking. She made me ... she made me carry Alex's body." Kyle tried to swallow the painful lump in 
his throat. He tried not to think about Alex. Even now, he never felt sure which


memory to trust—the one Tess had planted in his brain, or the one he knew was real. Tess had mindwarped 
him into thinking he was carrying a duffel bag out to the car, but really he'd been lugging the dead body of 
his friend. How could he ever forgive her for making him do such an awful thing?
Liz reached across the table and took his hand. "Kyle," she said softly.
He focused on the warmth of her fingers entwined with his. He was so angry at Tess that he could taste it—
but he shouldn't take it out on Liz. He blinked back bitter tears and looked up at Liz. He was surprised to 
see tears in her eyes, as well.
"I'm sorry, Kyle," she said. "I've spent so much time thinking of how Tess ruined everything for me, I've 
never realized how much she hurt you. But I should have. I've been a terrible friend to you."
Kyle squeezed her hand. "Nah," he said, trying for a jokey tone. "You got screwed over too. You have 
every right to think about yourself."
Liz gave him a small smile. "I was trying to forget about all the alien stuff," she told him. "I was going to 
devote all my energy to Meta-chem."
"But all you found was more alien stuff," Kyle said. "Typical."
"Yeah." Liz pushed back her chair and stood. "We'd better get going before that security guard comes 
looking for me."
Kyle stood and followed her back out into the hallway. "Where are we going?"
"To break into Dr. Sosa's lab."


"Daddy! Look at me!" The little boy spun in a circle, his dark hair flying. "I'm spinning!"
Max watched him, hardly able to breathe through the intense love he felt. It was his son, his baby, right 
here in the Evanses' front yard. The boy spun faster, faster, his features becoming a blur, his hair whipping 
about so wildly that Max couldn't follow it with his eyes.
"Daddy—" The voice must have come from the little boy, but Max heard it inside his head, as if his son 
was speaking directly into Max's mind. "I've come home, Daddy. I'm right here on Earth."
Max reached for his son, wanting to hold him in his arms. But the boy was still spinning impossibly fast. 
He was like a little tornado, kicking up grass and dirt in his wake.
This isn't normal, Max thought. Someone will see him. They'll figure out what he is. They'll take him away.
Max sat back on his heels, devastated. This had never occurred to him before. How was he going to protect 
his son from humans? It was hard enough being a grown-up alien like he, Isabel, and Michael. But his son 
was just a baby—he wouldn't be able to control his powers. He wouldn't even understand why he should 
control them. - I'll take him away, Max thought frantically. Now that he's back on Earth, I'll hide him. I won't 
let anyone see him until he's old enough to understand that he's ... he's. . .
"A freak," Tess said.
Max's head snapped up. His son was gone. Instead, Tess stood there. Her beautiful face was the same as 
ever, but her eyes were the eyes of a reptile.
"Is that what you're going to teach him, Max? That he's some kind of freak who should hide his powers? 
Do you


want him to grow up skulking around like you do? Too afraid of his own shadow to take any action at all?"
"What kind of action am I supposed to take?" Max demanded. "Should I kill someone like you killed 
Alex?"
"You're the king," Tess said. "You should have come back to Antar to save the planet. That was your 
destiny. Instead you've abandoned your people the way you abandoned our son."
By the time she'd finished talking, her features had melted back into those of a toddler.
Max stared at his son, waves of love coursing through his body. "I didn't abandon you," Max whispered. 
"You would've died if you'd stayed on Earth. I didn't know what else to do, so I let Tess leave with you."
His son stared back at him with the eyes of a reptile.
Max shot up in bed, beads of sweat covering his forehead. He glanced frantically around the room. Where 
was his son? Was Tess here? His breath came in gasps.
Slowly his eyes adjusted to the darkened room and his breathing returned to normal. "Just a dream," he 
whispered. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, he thought. He'd dreamed of his son every night since he'd 
had the vision of the baby being born. The vision that had ruined his date with Liz, and maybe ruined any 
chance of making things right with her.
His gaze strayed to the clock on his bedside table. It was after midnight. Liz was probably already asleep. 
He hadn't seen her in two days—she was too busy with her new job. But he needed to see her tonight. Even 
if it was just to look through her window and watch her sleep for a few minutes . . .


Max threw back the sheet and climbed out of bed. He would go see Liz. That would make everything 
better.
"Get down!" Liz whispered.
Kyle ducked, just in time to avoid being seen by the uniformed security guard crossing the hall in front of 
them. He and Liz were now hidden behind a waist-high cart filled with some sort of scientific machinery. 
Kyle gestured to the cart. "Torture devices?" he asked.
"Lasers used for precision dissection of cancerous tissues," Liz replied.
Kyle shook his head. "Parker, you are a science nerd," he told her. "But you're a gifted science nerd. How'd 
you know that guard was coming?"
"I think I've developed a sixth sense for danger," Liz said wryly. "Call it the silver lining of having an alien 
boyfriend."
"Boyfriend, hmmm?" he teased her.
But Liz didn't smile. She didn't even roll her eyes. "I don't know," she murmured. "Is the security guy 
gone?"
"Don't change the subject," Kyle said. "I want to hear the dirt on you and Maximus Alienus."
"Kyle, this is hardly the time for gossip," Liz snapped.
Ouch! He had obviously hit a sore spot. Liz and Max were always on and off, as far as he could tell. He 
didn't know why they felt the need to break up all the time, but since Michael and Maria did the same thing, 
he figured it was some alien-machismo issue. Luckily, since he'd found Buddha, he was beyond such 
things. If he was to date someone—even an alien, like, say, Isabel—he would stick to it and not create so 
much drama all the time.


"Earth to Kyle," Liz was saying.
"You know, that phrase has new meaning to me since meeting the pod squad," he commented. He snuck a 
peek over the top of the cart. "All clear."
Liz moved out from behind the cart and tiptoed up the hallway. Kyle followed, hoping there really weren't 
cameras everywhere. If someone saw this little escapade, he'd be out of a job.
"This one," Liz said, stopping in front of a plain metal door. Kyle pulled out his Housekeeping passkey and 
inserted it in the lock. The door swung open, and they hurried inside.
"You're a lifesaver," Liz told him.
"Yeah, who knew being a janitor would come in handy like this." He glanced around the darkened room. A 
lab, just like the labs at school. He would never understand how Liz could love these places. They made 
him think of mad scientists. And chemistry pop quizzes.
"I've looked through all the slides at Dr. Sosa's work station. They're all standard cancer cells, except that 
one slide I saw before." Liz started through the lab, weaving around tables and large machines.
"So what are we doing here?" Kyle asked, following her.
"Dr. Sosa keeps all the sensitive material in this back room," Liz explained. "He says it's because of 
corporate spying."
"Huh?" Kyle could think of nothing else to say.
"They're working on a cure for cancer. Every other pharmaceutical company on Earth would like to steal 
their research and come up with the cure first," Liz explained.
Kyle hesitated. "You don't really think this Dr. Sosa is


going to find a cure for cancer," he said. "I mean, is that even possible?"
"I don't know," Liz said. "But if they've found an alien they think is a cancer patient, it will definitely lead 
them down the wrong road, research-wise. We need to stop them before they realize what they're actually 
studying."
"Not cancer, just extraterrestrials," Kyle agreed. "And that is research even the government would want to 
steal."
"Exactly." Liz stopped in front of another chrome door. "This is where he keeps all the sensitive material. 
Can you unlock it?"
Kyle pulled out his handy passkey. "Of course. Even secret laboratory closets need mopping, right?"
He stuck the key card in the slot over the doorknob and waited for the beep. Nothing. Kyle turned the key 
around and stuck it into the slot again. Still nothing.
"What's wrong?" Liz asked.
"I dunno." Kyle tried sticking it in upside down. Nothing. "It's not working." He looked up at Liz's 
frustrated face. "I'm sorry," he said. "I think you need Max for this."
Liz gave a deep sigh and sank down onto the floor. Kyle, surprised, sat next to her. "What's up?"
"It's Max," Liz admitted. "I don't want to get him involved."
"Uh, Liz, if this is about aliens, Max is involved whether you like it or not. You can't always protect him, 
you know."
"It's not that," Liz said. "I just don't want ... I don't want to see him."
Kyle was stunned. Liz and Max were soul mates, it was clear to everyone who knew them. Something huge 
must


have happened. "You don't want to see him . .. ever again?"
Liz shrugged. "I just want to figure out how I feel before I talk to Max. I need to know what I want for 
myself and my future. As soon as I start talking to Max, it all gets blurry."
"You're only eighteen. Why do you need to know what you want your future to be?" Kyle asked.
"Because Max knows his future. He knows his son is out there somewhere and he has to find him." She 
leaned her head on Kyle's shoulder. "It's like he just grew up about ten years faster than me. He has a child, 
Kyle. I don't know if I'm ready for that."
Kyle nodded. "That's a tough one." He didn't know what else to say, but he had a feeling Liz just wanted a 
friend right now. He slipped his arm around her shoulders. "We'll figure out a way to do this without Max 
for now," he said. "I'll get Michael to come with me tomorrow and open this lock. Or Isabel."
Liz smiled. "Thanks, Kyle."
Suddenly a bright light shone in their faces. "What's going on here?" a deep voice demanded.
Kyle was struck dumb with fear. This was it, the moment he'd been expecting ever since he'd found out 
about the aliens. This guy would turn them over to the police—or worse. Maybe he would bring them to the 
special unit of the government and they would do experiments on him because he'd interacted with aliens. 
He'd even been brought back to life by an alien. . . .
"What are you, Housekeeping?" the voice boomed.
That didn't sound like a threat. "Uh, yeah," Kyle said. "My friend here works in this lab, and she—"


"You kids should fool around on your own time," the security guard said. He turned the flashlight away 
from their eyes, and now Kyle could see that the guy was barely older than they were. "Why don't you go 
make out in your car instead of in here?"
He walked back out into the hallway. Liz shot Kyle a relieved smile, then got up and followed the guard.
"I will never get used to this cloak-and-dagger stuff," Kyle muttered as he pulled the door closed behind 
them.
Max paced up and down on Liz's rooftop. Where was she? It was after one in the morning, and Liz was not 
in her bed. She wasn't downstairs in the Crashdown, either. He decided to check out Maria's house—Liz 
could be sleeping over there.
As he turned to go, he heard a car pull to a stop down in the alley. Max crept up to the edge of the roof and 
peered over. Below him was Kyle's pickup. Liz sat in the passenger seat, earnestly talking to Kyle.
Why are they out together in the middle oj the night? Max thought. He liked Kyle, but every so often the 
old jealousy reappeared.
Liz kissed Kyle on the cheek and climbed out of the pickup. Max backed away from the edge of the roof 
and sat down next to the window that led to Liz's bedroom. She would be up any minute.
He leaned back against the brick wall and stared into the sky. His son was up there somewhere. Tess was 
there, on a planet he'd never seen but that he was supposed to save. It didn't seem fair sometimes. He 
couldn't remember being a king. Before Tess, he couldn't remember Antar at all. There would be vague 
visions occasionally, but no


concrete memories. And now he didn't trust the things that Tess had helped him remember. With her 
mindwarp powers, she could have planted things in his mind whether they really happened or not.
But the baby was real. He knew that. He had connected with his son while he was still in Tess's womb. And 
then there was that vision last week—
"What are you doing here, Max?"
Liz had come up to the window without his even hearing her. He jumped to his feet. "Hey! I was worried 
about you. Why were you out so late?" Did that sound overbearing? Max wondered. Did I sound like some 
possessive idiot? I'm not even officially her boyfriend—do 1 have the right to ask questions like that?
If he was any judge of Liz's reactions, she was thinking the same things. "I was at Meta-chem," Liz said.
"I saw Kyle drop you off," Max added. Instantly, he wished he hadn't said it. Now he sounded like a 
jealous possessive idiot.
Liz raised her eyebrows. "Just how long have you been up here?" she asked.
Max could feel his face getting hot. "Only a few minutes," he lied. He'd been here for at least half an hour. 
"I was just climbing up the ladder when I saw Kyle's car pull up."
Liz studied him. He wondered if she knew he was lying.
"So why were you with Kyle?" he asked, doing his best to sound curious but not jealous. It didn't really 
work.
"Because he works at Meta-chem too, Max. Remember?"
"But why were you there so late?" Max pressed. "You're supposed to be home by five. That was eight 
hours ago."


Liz averted her eyes. "Um, I forgot something in the lab," she said. "So I wanted Kyle to use his passkey to 
let me in."
"Oh," Max said. That seemed like a perfectly reasonable explanation. "Must've been something important 
to go back in the middle of the night," he commented.
"Yeah," was all Liz said. There was an uncomfortable silence.
"1 had a dream," Max told her suddenly. "It was more like a nightmare, and I wanted to see you after it. I 
thought if 1 could see you, I would feel better."
Liz's beautiful brown eyes met his for an instant, filled with love and concern. "Oh, Max, you poor thing," 
she murmured. "What was the dream about?"
"My son," he replied. "He was here on Earth, and all of a sudden I realized—"
"You know what, Max? I'm actually kind of tired," Liz interrupted. "Do you think this can wait?"
Max felt as if she'd slapped him. Here he was, trying to share his worries with her, and she didn't even want 
to hear them. "Sure," he said shortly. "It's not important."
"Okay," Liz said. "I'll see you later." She gave him a brief smile and closed the window, shutting him out.
Max turned slowly toward the ladder. I shouldn't have mentioned my son, he thought sadly. Liz doesn't 
want to hear about that part oj my life.
But he still had to find his son. No one—not even Liz— had as much claim on Max's responsibility. Would 
Liz ever be able to live with that?
And if not, would Max ever be able to live without Liz?


5
Do it today," Maris Wheeler said. "I'm sick of waiting."
Alan Sosa wouldn't look at her. She knew he didn't have the stomach for this plan of hers. "She's only been 
here for two days," Alan said. "It's not as if you've been waiting long."
Maris slammed her hand down on the lab table. "I have been waiting for almost two years!" she cried. 
"We've had this Healer's DNA for two years, and this is the first workable serum we've come up with. I 
want to know how it affects humans, and I want to know it now."
"I don't have the serum ready," he said.
She knew he was lying. "Alan, if you don't stop sniveling, I'm going to test it on you," she said.
"I mean I haven't figured out how to administer it without her noticing," he said.
"It's liquid. It's clear. Dump it in a bottle of water and give it to her," Maris said. "Aren't you supposed to be 
smart?"
He was quiet for a moment. He was all out of excuses,


and she knew it. "What you're asking me to do is illegal," he said finally. "I'm putting myself at risk."
Maris didn't like this part of her job. She preferred to organize things from afar, but every so often she 
simply had to be the heavy. "Alan, so far no one knows about that little . . . incident at your last company," 
Maris said pleasantly. "You know, when you were embezzling from the research fund."
"That's a lie!" Alan growled. "I was set up."
"Regardless," Maris replied, "I can prove that there's money in your bank account that isn't supposed to be 
there. So why don't you just do me this one little favor, and I won't tell anyone about the embezzling."
Maris watched with satisfaction as the blood drained from the face of the famous Dr. Alan Sosa. She had 
him right where she wanted him.
"I will remain calm and be perfectly pleasant," Liz said as she walked down the hallway to Dr. Sosa's lab. 
Maria had given her a mantra to say so she could deal with Dr. Sosa more easily. "I will remain calm and 
be perfectly pleasant."
She took a deep breath and started to open the heavy door. From inside came the sound of angry voices. Liz 
hesitated, holding the door a few inches open. Should she wait until Dr. Sosa finished his argument?
"It isn't right!" she heard him yell. Whoever he was talking to was much quieter. Liz pushed the door open 
a bit farther, hoping to hear.
Too far. The door gave a tiny squeak.
"Ah, Liz! Good morning!" cried Maris Wheeler.
Liz stopped in surprise. She had been expecting to find


Dr. Sosa fighting with another scientist, but instead she found no one but Maris. "Hi, Ms. Wheeler," Liz 
said.
"I told you, call me Maris. So how's everything going?" Maris asked. "Are you enjoying your work with 
Alan?"
Liz couldn't help a glance at Dr. Sosa, who stood awkwardly behind Maris.
No, I can't stand him! Liz thought. "Yes, it's been wonderful so far," she said out loud.
"Good. I know he feels the same way," Maris replied, turning to look at Dr. Sosa. "Isn't that right, Alan?"
Dr. Sosa smiled at Liz. It looked more like a grimace. Wow, she can make him do anything, Liz thought in 
amusement. That's probably the first time he's ever smiled in his life.
"Liz is a very smart girl with a bright future ahead of her," Dr. Sosa said, staring intently at Maris.
Maris gave him a cold smile. "You'd better get started," she said, heading for the door.
Dr. Sosa's shoulders slumped, and his fake smile fell away. "Fine," he said quietly.
What is going on between those two? Liz thought. Whenever she saw them together there was a strange 
undercurrent of hostility, but she could never figure out exactly what the issue was between them.
Liz put her backpack at the empty work station that she'd decided to make her own—Dr. Sosa had never 
bothered to assign her a place. I will remain calm, she thought, and be perfectly—
"Ms. Parker. I ... I have something I'd like to say," Dr. Sosa announced.
Liz turned to face him. He was smiling at her—the


same forced smile he'd given her in front of Maris. He held a bottle of water in his hand.
"Okay," Liz replied, plastering a smile on her own face.
Dr. Sosa awkwardly handed her the bottle of water. "I'd like to propose a toast, actually," he said. "To you, 
and your future here at Meta-chem."
Liz didn't know what to say so she ended up just standing there holding the bottle and looking baffled.
"Oh, excuse me," Dr. Sosa muttered. He hastily grabbed an empty beaker from his work station, filled it 
with water from the tap, and held it up. "To your future," he said again, using his beaker of water to toast 
with. He gestured for Liz to join him.
This guy really is a mad scientist, Liz thought in amusement. Either he'd had a gigantic change of heart 
about her or else Maris Wheeler had given him a lecture about being nice to the scholarship student. 
Whatever the reason, he was acting like a completely different person today, and Liz kind of liked him this 
way.
"Thanks, Dr. Sosa," she said, tapping her bottle against his beaker in a toast. "I hope I do have a long future 
here."
She had barely gotten the bottle to her lips when Dr. Sosa began coughing. Alarmed, she put her water 
down and hastened to his side. "Dr. Sosa, are you okay?" Liz cried.
He tried to catch his breath. "Sure," he wheezed. "I'm fine. Finish your drink."
"Um, okay, if you're sure," Liz said. She picked up the bottle and took a sip of water. But his coughing 
continued, and Liz felt weird just standing there and watching him. She leaned over to thump him on the 
back.


Dr. Sosa jumped when she touched him. He jerked away from her, his arm knocking into a rack of test 
tubes on the counter behind him. The rack fell over, sending the test tubes clattering down to the floor, 
where they broke. The thick, pinkish liquid that had been inside them oozed out onto the floor, staining 
Liz's sneaker.
There was a moment of silence. Liz stared at Dr. Sosa, horrified. He looked at her in pretty much the same 
way.
"I'm so sorry," Liz yelped. "I hope I haven't ruined anything important."
Dr. Sosa shook his head slowly. "Don't worry, Liz," he said. "You are far more important than any of the 
experiments we've been doing here."
What an odd thing to say, Liz thought as she hurried to the closet for cleaning supplies. "I'll mop this up," 
Liz called over her shoulder. But when she turned around, Dr. Sosa was gone, the big metal door just 
closing behind him.
Michael poured another giant can of chicken broth into the big soup pot. He loved chicken noodle day—it 
was by far the easiest soup to make.
"Order up!" Maria called from outside the order window.
Michael frowned at her. "I'm supposed to say that, not you," he said.
Maria turned on her thousand-watt smile. "I know, but I have your order ready."
"What are you talking about?" Michael asked impatiently.
"Didn't you order a big, juicy kiss?" Maria asked.
Michael thought about it. Jeff Parker probably wouldn't


think making out in the kitchen was especially sanitary. Then again, Jeff wasn't here. And the Crashdown 
was pretty empty: an elderly couple in the corner booth, Kyle, and some guy at the counter. No one to rat 
him out to the boss. "I ordered three big, juicy kisses," he told Maria.
Still smiling, she hopped up onto the counter, propped her elbows on the order window, and leaned through 
to kiss him. Michael decided to just ignore the soup he was making and concentrate on his girlfriend.
"That can't be sanitary," Kyle said, shaking his head as he watched Michael and Maria.
The guy on the stool next to him laughed. "Well, they clearly put a lot of love into the food here," he joked.
Kyle nodded. "Best burgers in town. And I should know—I used to date the owner's daughter."
"So you pretty much ate here three meals a day," the guy said.
"You know it," Kyle answered. "By the time she dumped me, I was hooked on the onion rings, so I had to 
keep coming."
The guy shook his head. "You're unlucky in love, just like me."
"Well, I don't know about that," Kyle said quickly. "I was just unlucky with her. But I do okay."
"Not me," the guy said, sighing. "I just broke up with someone I really liked."
"Dumped you, huh?" Kyle said, taking a swig of Coke.
"No, I dumped her."
Kyle snorted. "Okay, what's your name?"
"Jesse. Jesse Ramirez."


"Well, listen, Ramirez," Kyle said, "Rule number one of dating: Don't break up with someone you like. 
What are you, a masochist?"
Jesse gave him a lopsided grin. "No, man, I was just too old for her."
"Oh, so you were doing her a favor by dumping her?"
"Um, yeah," Jesse said. "Though when you put it that way, it sounds kind of stupid."
Kyle emptied his Coke glass. "Hey, Maria!" he called.
Maria waved him away without breaking her liplock on Michael.
"I need another Coke," Kyle yelled, undeterred. "And one for my masochistic friend here."
Liz pushed open the door of the Crashdown and glanced around. Maria and Michael were hanging out at 
the door to the back room. Kyle sat at the counter chatting with some guy in a suit. It all looked normal, yet 
something seemed off.
It's the lights, Liz thought. The hanging lamps were LOO bright. She squinted up at them. That's weird. I 
didn't even know they had a bright setting.
"Liz!" cried Maria. "What are you doing here in the middle of the day?"
"She lives here," Michael put in. "Duh." He disappeared through the swinging door and went back into the 
kitchen.
Maria approached Liz, talking a mile a minute as usual. "Aren't you supposed to be at Meta-chem? Wait, is 
today your day off? You didn't get into a fight with that doctor guy, did you? I told you to use my mantra if 
he was acting like a jerk."
Liz winced. Was Marias voice always this loud?


"You got a real death grip on that thing," Maria added.
"What?" Liz said. Why was she so confused all of a sudden?
"Water bottle." Maria pointed at the plastic bottle in Liz's hand.
Liz glanced down in surprise. She'd forgotten she had it. "Oh, yeah," she mumbled. She opened it and took 
a swig. The water tasted funny. "I think I'm coming down with something," she told Maria.
"Is that why you came home from work?"
Liz shook her head. "No, Dr. Sosa had a little freak-out and sent me home. I feel bad about it, actually. He 
was trying to be nice to me, but he had a coughing fit and I accidentally made him spill some chemicals."
For once Maria was silent. She stared at Liz with big, frightened eyes.
"Not like a huge chemical spill," Liz said. "Just a little one. I cleaned it up, and Dr. Sosa said I could have 
the rest of the day off."
The bell over the door jingled, and Liz jumped. Usually she could barely hear that thing, but today it 
seemed especially loud and harsh.
"I'd better go check on the oldsters," Maria said, heading off to the elderly couple in the corner booth. Liz 
walked slowly over to the stool next to Kyle.
"Check it out," he said. "A mini-Maria." He gestured with his head to the little girl who'd just come in.
Liz looked at her. She had her hair in two braids, just like Maria did today. And she wore shiny lip gloss in 
the same shade as Maria's. In fact, she looked a lot like Maria. "Weird," Liz commented.


The girl hopped up onto the stool nearest the order window and gazed adoringly at Michael.
"Really weird," Kyle agreed.
"This cook is quite the stud," the guy next to Kyle joked. "First the waitress, now the kid."
Kyle snorted.
Liz couldn't help herself—she jerked away from him. Why was everything so loud all of a sudden?
"So, anything new at Meta-chem today?" Kyle's tone was casual, but Liz knew what he was really asking.
"I was only there for half an hour," she told him. "Dr. Sosa was arguing with Maris Wheeler about 
something. Then I knocked him into some chemicals in the lab, and there was a spill. He sent me home 
early."
Kyle sighed. "Well, at least you didn't draw any attention to yourself," he said sarcastically.
Liz shrugged. Somehow she just didn't care about Meta-chem right now, even if they did have alien cells in 
their laboratories. She was too busy trying to figure out why the lights were so bright and the sounds so 
loud.
"I'll ask Michael to meet me at Meta-chem tonight," Kyle said in a whisper. "He can open the door to that 
closet."
Liz stared at him in a panic. His voice was so loud, she was sure the guy next to him would overhear. But 
the guy just kept eating his fries, and Kyle didn't seem fazed at all.
"I need to go lie down," Liz said. She jumped off the stool and went through the swinging door into the 
back room. She made her way into the kitchen to grab a snack, figuring she'd take it upstairs. She dropped 
her backpack


and the water bottle on a counter and pushed past Michael, who was stirring soup.
"I like your hair. It's really long." The little girl was talking to Michael through the order window. Liz 
smiled as she pulled open the fridge and began hunting for the baby carrots they used as garnish.
"Yeah, thanks," Michael answered gruffly.
"How come it's so long?"
"Because I'm too lazy to cut it." Michael halfheartedly stirred the soup on the stove.
"I think boys with long hair are cute. My father doesn't like them, though. He says long hair is 
undisciplined."
"Discipline is overrated," Michael said.
The girl laughed loudly. Liz clapped both hands over her ears and stood up, glaring at Michael. He looked 
back at her, a big wooden spoon in his hand. "What?" he said. "I didn't do anything."
Liz shook her head. This whole sound-distortion thing was getting on her nerves. She snatched a bag of 
carrots out of the fridge and closed the door. Then she pushed past Michael again.
"Touchy," he muttered behind her. The girl laughed again.
Liz turned around and peered down into his pot of soup. "That's a little clumpy for chicken noodle, don't 
you think?" she asked pointedly.
Michael glanced into the pot at the congealed mess. Then he reached out, grabbed Liz's water bottle, and 
poured the rest of the water into the soup. "Happy?" he asked.
Liz rolled her eyes and turned to go upstairs. She really needed to lie down.


The little bell over the door tinkled, and Maria glanced up to check out the new customer. Unfortunately all 
she saw was her mother. "Great," she muttered. "The nag patrol is here."
"Maria!" Amy called in her high-pitched voice.
"Hi, Mom," Maria said with a sigh. "You here for lunch?"
"Nope. I just wanted to drop off the list."
Maria pretended not to understand her. "What list?"
"The list of errands I need you to run. For the business," Amy replied.
Just look confused, Maria told herself. Maybe she'll give up and go away.
"Maria, I know you know what I'm talking about," Amy said.
"Fine." Maria stuck out her hand for the list. It wasn't fair that her mother could always tell what she was 
thinking. "But I don't see why I have to run errands for your business. I have my own job, you know."
"Your job doesn't pay the mortgage," Amy said. "So my business is important to both of us."
"Fine," Maria said again.
"Yo, Maria! Order up!" Michael bellowed from the kitchen.
"Maybe I will stay for lunch," Amy said.
"Sit wherever you want," Maria told her sulkily. She stomped over to the order window to pick up the apple 
pie a la mode for the old couple. On the stool closest to the window sat that little girl who'd been hanging 
around in front of Michael's place. Sadie, Maria remembered.


That's what she'd said her name was when Maria talked to her in the Crashdown the other day.
Maria stopped in surprise. The girl was wearing her hair just like Maria's. And yesterday she'd been 
wearing the same shirt as Maria's. Who was she?
"My father says only dirtbags listen to Metallica," Sadie chirped at Michael.
Michael narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to intimidate her. "You shouldn't be talking to dirtbags, then," he 
said.
Sadie smiled brightly. "I just got a new CD player," she went on, completely unfazed by Michael.
Maria threw up her hands in disgust. This strange girl was following them, staking out Michael's apartment, 
and now sitting in his restaurant—and he obviously didn't even recognize her. Well, he might not think she's 
a threat, but I do, Maria thought.
"Hey, you—Sadie," she snapped, walking right up to the little Maria wanna-be. "What are you doing here?"
The girl seemed too astonished to talk.
"Are you ordering anything?" Maria demanded.
Sadie shook her head. "I have no money left," she said.
"We don't allow loiterers in here," Maria told her. "Get out."
There was a shocked silence. Maria could feel her mother's eyes on her, and Kyle's, and Michael's. They all 
thought she was being a bitch. But for all she knew, this girl was a Skin, or an alien bounty hunter, or 
something else otherworldly and bad.
"I'm waiting," Maria added.
Sadie's brown eyes filled with tears. She climbed off the


bench, picked up her gigantic backpack, and shuffled out the door.
"Jeez, Maria, be a little meaner, why don't you?" Michael said as soon as the door closed behind her.
"Don't you even recognize her?" Maria cried, rushing behind the counter so she could talk to Michael 
without anyone else hearing. "She's the one who's been following you."
"No kidding," Michael said. "I'm not a total idiot. I was trying to get some info out of her."
"By talking about your bad taste in music?" Maria said.
Michael rolled his eyes. "She's just a kid with a crush on me," he said. "She's nothing to worry about."
Maria was speechless. A kid with a crush on him? Michael was supposed to be the commander of the 
aliens' military, or something like that. And this was how he assessed a threat?
Michael plunked a tray covered with bowls on the order window. "Soup's ready," he told her. "Kyle gets 
some, and that guy with him. And give some to your mother. On me. Maybe it'll make her like me better."
She just kept staring at him.
"Now, Maria," he said. "Well talk about that kid later."
Maria didn't know what else to do, so she picked up the tray and began serving the chicken noodle soup.


6
Did she drink the water?" Mails Wheeler demanded.
Dr. Alan Sosa was rocking back and forth in his chair, sweating and moaning every so often. Maris found 
him disgusting. What kind of man could be so spineless, so frightened? She was certainly paying him well 
enough— he had nothing to complain about. "Alan!" she barked. "Focus. Did she drink the water?"
"Y-yes," he stammered. "At least a sip or two."
"Is that enough to get the serum into her system?" Maris asked.
"I think so," Dr. Sosa replied. "I don't know. It's not like any medicine I've ever worked with. I have no idea 
how much it takes to affect a human."
Maris rolled her eyes. "Well, that's why we're testing it."
"I have nothing against testing on animals," Dr. Sosa burst out. "But this is wrong. This is using an innocent 
girl as a lab rat."
"She's not so innocent," Maris said calmly. "This serum


came from inhuman DNA found on her clothes. Don't forget that."
"So what?" he cried. "She got shot, somebody healed her. She probably thought it was a miracle! And now 
we're filling her body with DNA that no one has even been able to identify in two years of testing?"
"Oh, please, Alan," Maris said. "Do you think Liz Parker handed over her bloody waitress uniform of her 
own free will? It was taken from her. She was trying to hide it, to protect the person who healed her."
"I don't care," he said. "We have no right to use her as a guinea pig."
"You're wrong," Maris told him. "Liz Parker knows the Healer. She'll be able to withstand the serum. 
You'll see."
"What do you want for dinner?" Michael asked as Maria parked in front of his place. "Chinese, pizza, or 
cereal from the box?" He opened the passenger door of the Jetta and unfolded his long legs from the tiny 
car.
"How about a salad?" Maria replied, getting out of the driver's seat.
"What's that?" Michael joked.
"Michael, seriously. I don't care what we eat. But I want to talk about that kid."
"What kid?"
"Sadie." As if he didn't know whom she meant. She'd been complaining about that girl for two days now. 
The kid was following them, it was so obvious. And that was weird. And whenever anything was weird, 
Maria assumed it was some sort of threat to her boyfriend and his posse of aliens. "Why aren't you taking 
this seriously?"


Michael fumbled in his pocket for his keys. "Because, Maria, she's a little girl."
"Don't you remember Nicholas?" Maria demanded. The leader of the Skins had been a young boy, not 
much older than Sadie. Well, he'd been an evil alien in the body of a young boy. But same difference, as far 
as Maria was concerned.
"I just... I like her," Michael admitted. He busied himself with unlocking the door.
"What?" Maria cried.
"I think she's cute," he said, still avoiding looking at Maria. "She cracks me up. She sort of reminds me of 
you, in fact."
"What?" Maria cried again. Had he lost his mind?
Michael pushed open his front door and stepped aside to let Maria in. "Look, Maria, she hasn't even done 
anything threatening," he said.
Maria didn't answer. She was too busy staring at Sadie, who was asleep on Michael's couch. Michael 
stepped up beside her. "I think this is threatening," Maria said. "What is she doing in your apartment?"
"What the—" The sound of his voice woke Sadie. She immediately bolted up off the couch and stood 
staring at them, breathing hard. She looks like a terrified little animal, Maria thought, suddenly feeling 
sorry for the girl. But Michael seemed to have the opposite reaction.
He strode forward and grabbed Sadie by the arm, dragging her toward the door. "How the hell did you get 
in here?" he bellowed. "What do you want? Who sent you?"
"Nobody," Sadie cried. "I just tried the door to the patio and it was unlocked—"


"Why are you following me?" Michael sounded furious. Obviously he'd come around to Maria's way of 
thinking on Sadie.
"I'm—I'm not," Sadie said. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"Michael . . ." Maria took a step forward. She didn't want him to hurt the kid.
"Why were you searching my place?" Michael demanded.
"I wasn't!" Sadie cried. "I just needed a place to sleep! I haven't slept in a long time." And she began to cry.
"Michael, let go of her," Maria said.
Michael dropped Sadie's arm, but kept glaring at her. "You're the one who thinks she's a threat," he said. 
"Looks like you were right—she's been following me."
"I have not." Sadie sniffled. "I was following Maria."
What? Maria stared at her, stunned.
"What?" Michael said out loud. "Why would anyone want to follow Maria?"
"Shut up," Maria snapped. She pushed past him and stood in front of Sadie. "Why are you following me?" 
she asked.
Sadie just shook her head and kept crying.
"Sadie. Look at me." The girl raised her teary eyes to Maria. "Who are you?" Maria asked.
"I'm your sister," Sadie said.
"Hey, Liz. Your turn."
Liz gazed down at the polished wood floor of the lane. Her eyes looked glassy. This is worse than I 
thought, Max realized. Maybe I shouldn't have pressured her into coming out tonight. He'd talked Liz into going 
bowling as a way to blow off steam. It had taken about twenty minutes to convince


her, and even then she'd seemed reluctant. Max was sure it was because Liz thought this was a date. He 
didn't want to pressure her, so he was determined to do his best to act un-datelike. But Liz had barely even 
looked at him since they'd gotten here.
Maybe she's trying to think of a way to tell me that she doesn't want us to be together, Max thought. Maybe 
she just can't handle the fact that 1 have a son. "Um, Liz?" he said again.
Slowly she raised her big brown eyes to his. "Yeah?" she asked.
"It's your turn."
"Oh." Liz climbed to her feet and shuffled over to the ball return. "It's really loud in here," she commented. 
"Don't you think?"
Max listened. All he heard were the usual sounds of a bowling alley—balls hitting the wood, pins falling, 
people talking and laughing. "Not really," he said. "Actually I think it's kind of quiet. Must be because it's a 
weeknight."
Liz frowned. "Everything seems loud to me," she murmured. She picked up her ball and walked slowly to 
the lane. "And way too bright."
Max didn't know what to say. As far as he could tell, the bowling alley was the same as ever. "Maybe 
you're getting sick," he suggested. "Do you have a fever?"
"I don't think so," Liz said. "I did feel a little weird earlier today, but I thought it had passed. Otherwise I 
wouldn't have come out." She halfheartedly tossed the ball down the lane—and it flew through the air for 
about ten feet before crashing down onto the polished wood. People turned to stare, but Liz didn't seem to 
notice. She was gazing down at her hands in confusion.


"Liz, how did you do that?" Max cried, rushing over to her.
"My skin feels funny," she said. "Like there are little ants crawling all over me. But it feels like they're 
under my skin."
Max took her small hand in his own. He studied it carefully, but he couldn't find anything out of the 
ordinary. What was going on? Maybe Liz was having an anxiety attack or something. "I think we should 
get you home," he said. "You've been working really hard this week—you might just be overtired."
Liz shook her head. "Dr. Sosa sent me home early today. I slept all afternoon because I felt strange. I can't 
be overtired."
"Why did you get sent home?" Max asked, surprised.
"There was a chemical spill in the lab," Liz murmured.
"What?" Max cried. "Was it dangerous? Maybe that's why you feel strange."
Liz looked up at him and smiled for the first time all night. "Of course it wasn't dangerous," she said.
Then she collapsed.
"So let me get this straight," Maria said. "Not only did my father leave me and never so much as send a 
birthday card ever again—"
"Or a child support check," Michael put in.
"But then he traipsed off to Arizona, got married again, and had a whole other family?" Maria finished. "A 
whole happy family?"
Sadie wasn't sure what to say. It had all seemed so easy, back at home. She would just stuff some clothes in 
her backpack, buy a bus ticket to Roswell, and check out her half sister. She hadn't really planned anything 
beyond that.


Sure, she'd fantasized about talking to Maria, maybe even becoming friends with Maria. But somehow it 
had never occurred to her that Maria would want to talk about their father. Or that Maria would say bad 
things about him.
"Well, this is all crap," Maria muttered. She pushed back her chair and stomped outside to the patio.
Sadie glanced over at Michael. "Don't sweat it, kid," he said. "She's not mad at you."
"I feel so stupid," Sadie whispered. "My father is gonna kill me."
"Not if Maria kills him first," Michael said.
Sadie felt tears well up in her eyes—again. She had spent the last hour crying, at least that's how it seemed. 
"But I love my father," she sobbed.
Michael looked frightened. "Yeah, I know. I mean, of course you do," he said quickly. "I didn't mean Maria 
would actually kill him!"
Sadie buried her face in her hands and kept crying. She'd been mad at her dad when she'd first found out 
about Maria. She'd found a picture in his office. In fact, she'd found a whole file on Maria—report cards, 
pictures, and, most importantly, her address. Sadie had seen her last name and figured out she was his 
daughter from his first marriage. The only problem was, he'd never told her he had another daughter. So 
she'd been mad at him. Mad enough to run away . . .
"I wanted to get back at my father for lying about Maria," Sadie sobbed. "But he must be so worried about 
me!"
Michael opened his mouth, but couldn't seem to figure out what to say.
"Michael!" Maria yelled, pushing back through the


patio door. "What did you do to her?" She threw her arms around Sadie.
Michael backed away. "I didn't do anything!" he protested.
Sadie just sniffled and hugged Maria back. Maybe having a sister was worth running away for.
"Yeah! Yeah! Go, D-Backs!"
Kyle cringed and moved as far away from his father as possible while still sitting on the couch. Usually he 
yelled right along with Valenti whenever there was a game on. But he'd been feeling strange all afternoon. 
Noises seemed louder than usual, lights seemed brighter, and the food at the Crashdown had tasted funny.
"Gonzalez, huh?" Valenti added, turning to Kyle. "He's great."
Kyle cringed again. Even when his dad wasn't yelling, the sound of his voice was way too harsh.
"What's the matter, son?" Valenti boomed.
Kyle slapped his hands over his ears. He took some cleansing breaths and tried to clear his mind like he did 
when he meditated. But the air felt funny going into his lungs. He took another deep breath, and the feeling 
intensified. Now it seemed as if a thousand tiny moths had flown in through his mouth and were spreading 
throughout his body, fluttering their wings.
Panicked, Kyle leaped up from the couch.
Valenti jumped up next to him. "What?" he cried. "What's going on?"
"I don't know. I feel tingly," Kyle said. He knew it was a lame explanation, but he simply couldn't find the 
words to


express what was going on. Right now it seemed that every single hair on his body was squirming about in 
its follicle. He let out a little shriek.
"Kyle, just calm down," his dad was saying. But Valenti's voice was not only too loud, it also seemed to 
vibrate strangely. Kyle glanced over at the TV He could no longer see the baseball game—now the screen 
was covered with blurs of color and motion, but nothing sharp or clear.
". . . an alien thing?" Valenti asked.
Kyle stared up at his father, trying to figure out what he was asking. But the very sound of the words was 
still bouncing around his brain. It was hard to concentrate on anything else.
". . . taking you to the hospital."
The last thing Kyle saw was his father's frightened eyes. Then everything turned white. The sounds 
disappeared, but the strange tingly feeling intensified. Kyle couldn't tell if he was standing or sitting, and he 
had no idea where his father was.
I wonder if this is what Buddha meant by clearing your mind, Kyle thought. And then he stopped thinking 
anything at all.
"How old is your brother?" Maria asked. She still couldn't quite believe that she had two half siblings out 
there. And that her father had never bothered to tell her.
"He's six," Sadie replied. "His name is Richard Jr." Maria felt a lump rising in her throat and tried to swal-
low it down. He named his son after himself? It was like he'd just started over after he left her and her 
mom. He'd


gone off and had the family he'd really wanted. I was just some mistake he made, Maria thought angrily. 1 
guess that's one feeling he and Mom have in common.
"Junior. Great," she said. "Well, it all sounds very well adjusted and super." She couldn't keep the sarcasm 
out of her voice.
Sadie looked down at her hands. Now I've made her feel bad again, Maria thought irritably. The truth was, 
she liked Sadie. She didn't want to hurt her feelings. But it was hard to take in all this new information and 
not be bitter about it.
"So he and your mom are happy together?" Maria asked, trying to sound friendly.
Sadie nodded.
"Did he tell her about me?" Oops, there was the bitterness again.
"I don't know," Sadie said. "I found all that stuff about you in his office, but I never asked him about it. I 
never asked my mom, either. I just got on a bus and came to find you."
"What I want to know is where he got those pictures of you," Michael put in. "And your report cards. He 
must've had a private detective following you."
That's true, Maria thought. All these years, had there been someone watching her? She didn't know whether 
she should be happy that her father had bothered to keep tabs, or freaked out that he'd had some strange 
person following her as if she were a criminal.
"Because if someone was watching you, they were also watching me," Michael added significantly.
Oh, God, another alien crisis. Maria felt overwhelmed. If a private detective had been following her, he 
would have


seen some strange things. Alien powers, the Granilith taking off, who knows what else. He might have one 
file on Maria, and a whole different kind of file on Michael and Isabel and Max.
"You know what, I can't handle all this," Maria announced. She stood up. "Sadie, I'm sorry, but you have to 
go home now."
Sadie nodded miserably.
"It's not personal," Maria said gently. "I'm glad I met you, and I'm sure someday we'll be good friends, 
okay?"
Her little sister looked up at her hopefully.
"But your mother must be worried sick. And your . . . our father." Maria grabbed Michael's cordless phone 
and held it out to Sadie. "Call him to come get you."
Before Sadie could take the phone, it rang. Maria jumped and almost dropped it. She pressed the talk but-
ton. "Hello?"
"Maria, thank god I found you," her mother's nasal voice said. "I need your help."
"Why, what's wrong?" Maria asked.
"I can't breathe. I'm having some kind of asthma attack," Amy gasped.
"But, Mom, you don't have asthma," Maria said, a gnawing fear growing in her stomach.
"I used to when I was younger," Amy told her. "Maria, honey, I'm scared."
Maria's heart leaped into her throat.
"I need to get to the emergency room," Amy wheezed.
"Hang on, Mommy," Maria said. "I'll be right there."


7
Isabel waited impatiently with the crowd outside the emergency room. Every time it looked as if she might 
be able to worm her way inside, another group of people would come running up with a desperately ill 
friend or relative, and she would have to step aside and let them in. She didn't mind, of course. But she was 
growing more and more worried by the minute. What was going on here? All these sick people—they 
seemed to have nothing in common except that they were sick.
So far she'd seen one elderly woman who had an ugly rash all over her arms. A little boy with 
uncontrollable hiccups. A middle-aged guy whose entire body was shaking violently in a seizure. The latest 
one carried by had been a girl around her own age who had been vomiting and was completely dehydrated.
What's wrong with Liz? Isabel wondered. Max had called almost an hour ago to tell her he was bringing Liz 
to the ER. Of course Isabel had rushed right over, but she hadn't been expecting some sort of epidemic.


There was a brief lull in the incoming patients. The area in front of the door was empty. Isabel pushed past 
the two security guys standing in front of her and sped through the door. One of them called after her, but 
she kept going as if she hadn't heard him.
Inside, the waiting area was pandemonium. She scanned the room, searching for Max or Liz. Not a sign of 
them. But, much to her astonishment, she spotted Valenti sitting on a bench next to Maria. Maria's mother 
was with her, breathing from an oxygen mask.
What on Earth is going on here? Isabel made her way over to them. "Hey," she said. "What's happening? 
Are you okay, Ms. DeLuca?"
Maria's mom shrugged and gestured to the mask with her hand.
"She's having a severe asthma attack," Maria explained. "Which is bizarre, because she hasn't had asthma 
since she was seven."
"What caused it?" Isabel asked, taking a seat next to Amy.
"Nothing she can think of," Maria said. "That's why we're worried."
Isabel glanced up at Valenti. She knew he and Maria's mom dated sometimes. Was he here for Amy? Or 
someone else?
Valenti met her eye and nodded grimly. "Kyle's here too," he told her.
Isabel gasped. She and Kyle had been hanging out a lot lately, and she'd grown attached to him. "What's 
wrong with him?"
"They don't know," Valenti said, his voice tight with


worry. "He passed out at home, and he's been in and out of consciousness ever since. They want me to wait 
out here until they run some tests."
Isabel frowned. "Does this seem strange to you guys?" she asked. "Ms. DeLuca getting sick, and Kyle, and 
Liz?"
"Liz?" Maria repeated. "What's wrong with Liz?"
"Don't you know?" Isabel asked. "Max brought her in here about an hour ago."
"Liz was with Max?" Maria looked surprised.
Valenti shook his head. "We haven't seen either of them."
"Hush," Maria said, nodding toward two nurses who were hurrying across the waiting room. Isabel listened 
to the nurses' conversation as they passed.
". . . everything from acne to symptoms of ALS," one of them was saying. "I've never seen anything like 
it."
Then the nurses were gone. Isabel glanced up at Valenti and spoke in a low voice. "It seems like everyone's 
getting sick at the same time. Do you think it's like that green skin thing—something in the water?" Isabel 
asked, referring to an incident a few months ago. She knew Valenti would understand what she was really 
asking—did he think this was an alien-threat of some sort?
Valenti's brow was furrowed in thought. "I don't see how it could be," he replied. "Looking around, I see 
people with all kinds of different symptoms. Amy's having an asthma attack, but that's not what happened 
to Kyle. And check out that guy."
Isabel followed his gaze to a young man sitting in a corner between two people who were obviously his 
parents. The guy was talking loudly to himself, every so often swatting the


air in front of him. His mother was in tears, and his father stared silently at the ground.
"Schizophrenia, if I'm not mistaken," Valenti went on. "Meanwhile, the woman over there was complaining 
that her eyesight suddenly started to go."
"And you don't think one thing could be causing all these different symptoms?" Isabel asked.
"I can't think of anything—anything—that could cause such disparate symptoms," he said with a significant 
look.
Isabel sighed in relief. Whenever something strange happened, she automatically felt responsible, as if the 
aliens must have caused it. And usually she was right. But maybe this time was different.
"Help me!" a woman's voice cut through the noise of the ER. "My son's having a heart attack!"
Isabel turned to look along with everyone else.
Several nurses were rushing a stretcher through the doors of the ER. And on the stretcher lay Jesse, his skin 
pale and his eyes wide and frightened. Isabel was on her feet before she even realized it.
They were pushing the gurney through the room at top speed, Jesse's terrified mother keeping pace with it.
Isabel stepped forward as they passed her, willing Jesse to look at her. Almost as if he could feel the weight 
of her concern, he turned his head ever so slightly and met her eyes.
"Jesse," Isabel whispered.
And then he was gone, disappearing through a set of double doors into a hospital hallway. Everything 
inside Isabel cried out for her to follow him, to comfort him and make sure he was okay—and if he wasn't, 
to find Max and make him heal Jesse.


But he's not even my boyfriend, Isabel thought sadly. Jesse had broken up with her. She had no right to be 
at his bedside.
"Isabel? You okay?" Maria's voice broke into her thoughts.
Isabel pasted a smile on her face and turned around. "Sure," she said, sitting back down. "I'm fine."
"Let me get this straight," Maris said. "You put the serum in a water bottle. You watched Liz Parker take 
exactly two little sips of it. And then you sent her home—with the water bottle."
"I didn't know she would share it with anyone else," Alan Sosa said defensively. "It's unsanitary."
"Have you ever met a sanitary teenager?" Maris snapped.
"This isn't my fault," Alan insisted. "You're the one who had me develop the serum. You're the one who 
told me to give it to Liz Parker. I'm not going to take the blame for this."
"No, Meta-chem will be blamed for it, you idiot!" Maris slammed her hand down on her desk. "Alan, do 
you even realize what you've done?" she cried. "There is an entire city full of people out there who have 
ingested nonhuman, possibly nonterrestrial, DNA. They're calling it a virus! Apparently this stuff can 
reproduce and spread!"
"Well, how was I supposed to know that?" Alan cried. "We never tested it before. Besides, it's not really 
reproducing. It's not a true virus. The Healer's DNA just seems to attach itself to human DNA. And it 
doesn't spread like a bacteria."


"I don't care if it lays eggs," Maris cried. "It's hopping from one person to the next, and they're all getting 
sick. How can they be sick from the Healer's DNA?"
"I told you we don't know how he heals," Alan said. "His DNA attaches itself to the patient's DNA strands. 
But maybe he does something else while he's healing them."
Maris dropped her head into her hands. This was a disaster.
"There's clearly some link to his healing properties," Alan said. "Because his DNA is certainly affecting 
people's health."
"Exactly opposite of how we want it to affect their health," Maris said.
Alan turned toward her office door. "You wanted a test, Maris. This is it. This is what the serum does to 
humans."
His self-satisfied tone brought Maris back to her senses. She sat up and snatched her phone.
"What are you doing?" Alan asked.
"Damage control," she told him. "You're right, this is my test. And I'm going to get the results. I'll see how 
it affects every single person who's been exposed to it."
"How are you going to do that?" he asked. "The hospital has already called the Centers for Disease Control. 
They'll take charge of it from here."
"And I'll be helping them every step of the way," Maris said. "Meta-chem will be their new best friend."
Liz felt as if she were swimming though the air. She'd never noticed it before—the way air pressed on your 
skin. It felt like a light, soft blanket wrapped all around her. She was beginning to get used to it, she 
thought. It didn't hurt,


after all. It was just a different way of being aware of her body.
Her eyes were still closed, but she could hear enough to tell her everything she needed to know. She could 
hear Max's breathing, very loud, as he sat next to her hospital bed. She could hear people moaning and 
crying in the beds all around. She could hear doctors whispering to one another in worried tones. And from 
out in the main waiting room, she could hear a crowd of people. She didn't hear them individually, just the 
roaring sound of the whole group. At first the sounds had been too loud, but she seemed to be getting used 
to them now too.
Liz opened her eyes, and immediately Max jumped to his feet. "Liz," he whispered. It sounded like a 
normal speaking voice. Liz smiled. Max had learned not to talk too loudly since she'd gotten sick.
"Hey," she said. "Are my parents here yet?"
He shook his head. "I think its pretty crowded out there. They might have trouble getting in," he said.
Liz just nodded. She stared up at the tile ceiling of the hospital. The tiny specks in the tile seemed to be 
moving around, forming shapes. The lights weren't too bright anymore, but she thought she could see 
different colors in them. "It's changing," she told Max. "Before, everything was too harsh—the sounds, the 
lights. But now it's all just ... different."
He looked worried. "They haven't even done any tests on you," he complained. "When are they going to 
come back and examine you?"
"It's okay," she replied. "They checked my heart and my lungs. I'm not in any immediate danger. If it's 
crowded,


they have to treat sicker people first. Why is it so crowded, anyway?"
Max wouldn't meet her eyes. "Uh, it's some sort of . . . epidemic."
"What?" Liz cried. "Everyone is sick like me?"
"I don't think so," Max said. "As far as I can tell, everybody is sick in a different way. I heard some of the 
doctors talking. They don't know what's causing it."
Liz studied Max's face. His eyes were bloodshot, almost as if he'd been crying. He's really worried about 
me, she realized. Liz reached out for his hand.
"I thought your skin hurt," Max said. "In the car, you couldn't stand anything touching you."
"That doesn't apply to you," she told him.
He took her hand in his. Liz closed her eyes and let the sensations in her skin wash over her. She felt the 
warmth of Max's body seeping into her, as if his love was a tangible thing. In fact, if she concentrated really 
hard, she almost thought she could hear his heart beating.
"You have to leave now." The voice was harsh, and loud enough to make Liz jump. Her eyes flew open, 
and she saw a doctor standing at the foot of her bed. He wasn't looking at her. He must be talking to Max.
"Are Liz's parents here?" Max asked.
"I don't know. But you have to leave," the doctor insisted.
"Max, no," Liz cried.
"I told her I'd stay until her parents—"
"All visitors must leave the hospital now," the doctor interrupted. "We're overcrowded, and the Centers for 
Disease Control and Prevention is on its way to investigate.


They've ordered us to send everyone home unless they're ill."
"The CDC?" Liz whispered.
"Is this a contagious disease?" Max demanded.
"We don't know anything," the doctor said. "But as a precaution, we'd like to separate those showing 
symptoms from those who are healthy. If it's a contagion, we don't know how it's spreading."
"Everyone is sick with something different. How can it be one disease?" Max went on, raising his voice. 
"Why is the CDC coming?"
Liz pulled her hand away from Max's so she could cover her ears. Immediately he turned to her. "Sorry," he 
said, lowering his voice.
"Max, go," Liz whispered. "If something's happening, you'll be able to figure it out if you find Michael and 
Isabel. Don't worry about me."
He searched her face. "Are you sure?" he mouthed, glancing at the doctor, whose back was turned.
Liz smiled. "I don't think you have much choice. But as long as you're out there trying to solve this, I'll feel 
better."
"Okay." Max didn't sound too confident. "I love you, Liz."
Then he turned and followed the doctor down the hallway.
Maria bounced her leg nervously. She didn't know what to worry about most. Her mother, who was still 
wheezing air through an oxygen mask? Her little sister—sister!—whom she'd left at her house with 
Michael? Her father, who was even more of a jerk than she'd ever thought? Or the entire


city of Roswell, which seemed to be in the grip of a bizarre autoimmune failure?
"Max!" Isabel cried. "Over here!"
Maria spotted Max weaving his way through the crowded room. When he saw them, his worried expression 
turned to one of confusion. "What are you guys doing here?" he asked. "Who else is sick?" He glanced at 
Maria's mother.
"She has asthma," Maria informed him.
"And Kyle's inside somewhere," Valenti added. "He sort of passed out."
"And Jesse," Isabel added. "The new lawyer from Dad's firm."
"Where's Liz?" Maria asked.
"They have her in a room. She was one of the first ones here," Max said. "But they haven't figured out 
what's wrong with her. They've barely even tried to." He glanced around. "Have you seen her parents?"
"No," Maria said. "But it's been getting more and more crowded. They might have a hard time finding 
parking and getting in."
"Then they're not going to get in," Max said grimly. "They just kicked me out of Liz's room. They want 
visitors to leave. Something strange is going on here."
"Where's Michael?" Isabel asked.
Maria shot a glance at her mother. She hadn't told her who Sadie was—when they'd gotten to the DeLuca 
house, Amy was too sick to care why Maria had some kid tagging along with her. "He's ... uh ... baby-
sitting," she replied.
Isabel raised her eyebrows. But Maria was spared any more explanation, because at that moment about 
twenty


people in big, puffy decontamination suits burst into the waiting room.
If this were a movie, Maria thought, everyone would be screaming and running around in terror. But in 
reality, all the people in the waiting room were so frazzled already that they just stared numbly at the 
people in the suits.
One of the suits made his way over to the reception desk and picked up a microphone. His voice came over 
the PA system. "We need everyone who is not sick to please file slowly outside," he said.
Nobody moved.
"That is, if you're here because you are ill in some way, you can stay," the suit said. "Everyone else has to 
leave now."
Maria and Isabel exchanged nervous glances. "I'm not leaving until someone tells me what's wrong with 
my son!" Valenti called.
"Me either!" yelled someone else. The protest caught on, and the room filled with angry voices.
"I'm afraid you have no choice," the suit answered. "We're from the Centers for Disease Control, and we've 
been ordered to set up a quarantine here."
"Here we go again," Maria muttered.
"What about my son?" Valenti yelled.
"Those actually ill will be transferred," the suit replied. "The hospital will be kept running as usual for 
accident injuries, pregnancies, and ongoing medical care."
Now Valenti jumped to his feet. Maria grabbed Amy's hand and held on tight.
"Transferred where?" Max demanded. "Why?"
"We're taking those who are ill over to the new Meta-chem


building," the suit explained. "Their labs are more up-to-date than the hospital labs, and they've graciously 
offered us the use of their facilities to quarantine and care for the sick."
This news practically caused a riot in the waiting room. The people in suits, the regular doctors and nurses, 
and the patients and their families were all yelling at and pushing one another. Maria was so busy trying to 
figure out who was in charge that she didn't even notice the cops until Isabel grabbed her arm.
"I think we should do what they say," Isabel said grimly. "Look outside the doors."
Maria looked through the glass windows in the doors. Outside were a bunch of cops in riot gear. "Where 
did they come from?" she asked.
"They're not local," Valenti commented, stepping up behind them. "Roswell doesn't even have that many 
cops. My guess is they're private security. Maybe the CDC brings their own goons with them."
Around the room people were quieting down. It seemed everyone had realized that the CDC was calling the 
shots here. Maria turned to check on her mother, but Amy was gone. "Mom? Mom!" she yelled. She 
thought she could see Amy heading off down the hallway with a nurse. "Mom!" Maria realized she was 
being herded toward the door with the rest of the crowd.
"What about my son?" Valenti was yelling. "Who do I call to get updates?"
"Mom!" Maria cried. She felt tears running down her cheeks. Where were they taking her mother? How 
could they just pull her away like that?


She felt an arm around her shoulders and looked up into Max's eyes. "Come on, Maria," he said. "We have 
to go."
"My mom," she said.
"We'll figure it out," he told her. "We always do."
Before she could protest, they were outside on the sidewalk in front of the door. Maria's group was one of 
the last to leave. She and Max turned around as they got outside.
The doors closed in their faces.


8
Liz raised herself on her elbows and looked around. She was in a giant room with dark gray walls. There 
were about thirty cots set up in rows with about ten feet between cots. Already half of them were filled with 
patients. Liz saw everything from heart monitors to IV drips to defibrillators.
How could so many different illnesses spring up at the same time? she wondered. She took a deep breath 
and took stock of her own sickness. She was feeling better, she thought. The tiniest sounds still seemed 
really loud, but it was almost as if her ears had adjusted to it and it now felt normal. More likely, my brain 
adjusted to it somehow, she thought. The same was true of her heightened vision. The lights no longer 
seemed too bright. Even her oversensitive skin felt normal now.
But still there was some part of her that knew—that was absolutely positive—that her body couldn't 
withstand these changes for long. Whatever was going on, she had to find a cure for it. Fast.


More stretchers were being wheeled by every few minutes. On the latest one, she saw a familiar face. 
"Kyle!" she called.
He turned toward her, and his eyes lit up.
"Hey," she said to the nurse pushing Kyle's gurney. "Can you put my friend next to me? Please?"
The nurse shrugged and steered Kyle over to the empty cot next to Liz. Two other nurses helped lift him 
from the stretcher onto the bed. After they left, he lay there quietly for a moment, recovering.
"Kyle, can you hear me?" Liz called.
He recoiled. "Yeah, you sound like an air horn."
Was I talking that loudly? she wondered. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Can you hear me now?"
"Yeah, that's better," he said.
Liz narrowed her eyes at him. His cot was ten feet away. How could he hear her if she was only 
whispering?
Kyle turned slowly onto his side to face Liz. "So what are you in for?"
"I don't know," she replied, still talking in a whisper. "I started feeling weird this afternoon. Noises seemed 
too loud—"
"And lights seemed too bright," Kyle finished for her. He was whispering too. "Did your skin feel weird? 
Tingly?"
"Yes!" Liz said excitedly. "Exactly! Kyle, do you think everyone in here feels that way?"
Kyle shrugged. "It doesn't look like it," he said. "Seems as if most of these people have really serious stuff."
Liz thought about it. "Your hearing is as sharp as mine now, right?" she whispered.


"It's practically bionic," Kyle replied.
"So let's just listen for a bit," Liz suggested. "Concentrate on hearing what the nurses and doctors are 
saying. I want to find out what's wrong with all these other people. I want to know if they feel the same 
way we do."
"Right," Kyle said. "Because if they do, I have to assume there's some alien connection. This is too freaky 
to be an Earthly disease."
Liz didn't answer. For a while they both lay quietly. She closed her eyes and concentrated on listening. It 
was hard to do. Liz felt as if she had to pull strength from the rest of her body in order to focus it all on her 
heightened hearing. But after a few minutes, she began to pick up conversations from around the room. She 
couldn't be quite sure where they came from, but that wasn't what mattered.
"Cancer," one male voice said. "Full-blown lymphoma, even though yesterday she had no sign of it."
"Maybe it just hadn't been noticed yet," another man suggested.
"That's what I would think," the first voice answered. "But she'd had a complete physical a week ago for 
her life insurance company. It can't begin and spread that quickly."
The voices were interrupted by a woman talking more loudly. ". . . mother's brother had diabetes," she was 
saying. "But it's never been in my branch of the family. How can I have it now?"
"We're trying to find out," another woman's voice answered her. "Just be patient."
She's a doctor, Liz thought. She decided to try something new. She would mentally attach herself to this 
particular voice, she'd follow the sound of it. Then she'd be able to


hear everything the doctor said to her patients or to other doctors.
"How are you feeling, Mr. Sharoff?" the doctor's voice asked. The sound of it was fainter now, and Liz had 
to focus all her energy on listening to that one voice, mentally blocking out all the other voices in the room. 
It was a little like tuning a radio to the right frequency.
"I feel okay," a man's voice answered. "But I just can't seem to walk straight. It's like my left leg doesn't 
have any muscles in it."
"And you never noticed this before today?" the doctor asked.
"No, never."
"Mr. Sharoff, is there any multiple sclerosis in your family?" The doctor sounded worried, Liz thought.
"No." Now the patient sounded worried too.
A wave of exhaustion passed over Liz, and she had to stop listening while she rested for a minute or so. 
When she tuned back in, the doctor was talking to a nurse.
"... woman's symptoms are consistent with Marfan's syndrome. But how can that be? She felt fine up until 
today."
"It's the same thing all the patients are saying," the nurse replied.
"I've been with the CDC for ten years," the doctor said. "I've never seen anything like this. It's as if 
something just activated every illness lying dormant in these people's genes."
"Kyle!" Liz whispered, turning her head to look at him.
"I'm here," he whispered back. "What did you find out?"


"All these people have hereditary diseases," Liz told him. "Except they're suddenly full-blown cases. In 
patients who have never even had symptoms before."
"So they had these diseases in their genes but they wouldn't necessarily have gotten sick?" Kyle asked.
"Right," Liz replied. "It's like something happened that just turned on all these inactive genes."
Kyle was silent for a moment. "Then what dormant genetic disease do we have?"
"I don't know," Liz admitted.
"There's something else," Kyle said. "Do you know where we are?"
"No. It was too bright while they were moving me—I had to sort of shut down," Liz said. In fact, she could 
barely remember anything that had happened while they'd moved her. All she remembered was a barrage of 
sensations that had made her feel like passing out. One heightened sense at a time, she could handle. But 
sound, light, and movement all together? It had been awful.
"I couldn't take it either," Kyle said. "I sort of cocooned all the way here. But I heard some of the nurses 
talking about it, because they think it's odd."
"What's odd?"
"The fact that we're at Meta-chem," Kyle said.
Liz felt like she'd been slapped. Meta-chem... where she'd found the alien cells. Could there possibly be a 
connection?
"Liz, didn't you say there was a chemical spill here this morning?" Kyle asked.
She nodded. "Some test tubes got knocked over."
"Do you think there could be any connection between that and this disease outbreak?"


"I don't know," Liz whispered. "But if there is, then this whole thing is my fault."
Maria pulled the Jetta into the driveway and turned it off. She rested her head against the steering wheel for 
a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. She was worried about her mother, but there didn't seem to be 
anything she could do about that right now. And in the meantime she'd left Sadie here with Michael hours 
ago. She'd needed to get Amy to the hospital quickly, so she'd been able to ignore the Sadie dilemma for a 
while. But she had to face it eventually: She had a half sister. And a half brother, for that matter. And a 
stepmother. And the worst father in history, she thought bitterly.
But the main problem at the moment was Sadie. Her sister was only a kid, and she'd run away from home. 
Maria had to get her back to Phoenix somehow, and she had to do it quickly.
With a sigh, she opened the car door and climbed out. Before she had a chance to close the door behind her, 
Michael came running from the house. "Maria, don't freak out," he said.
She looked him up and down. "You don't even know what's going on," she said. "At the hospital—"
"Hello, Maria."
After all these years, Maria couldn't believe that she recognized his voice. But she did . . . instantly. Her 
father was standing behind Michael, in the doorway to her house.
She shot a furious look at Michael. "What is he doing here?" she spat.
"I told you, don't freak out," Michael said lamely.


Maria pushed by him and stormed up to the door. "Get out of my house," she said. "Now."
"No," her father said.
Maria opened her mouth, but no words would come into her brain. She was too filled with fury.
"This house is part mine, you know," he said conversationally. "The down payment was all my money."
"And every single cent since then has been Mom's money," Maria snapped. "The stupid down payment 
doesn't give you the right to set foot on this property ever again after the way you treated us. Now I said get 
out."
"And I said no," he replied. "Maria, look—"
"Why did you let him in?" Maria demanded, turning on Michael.
"He was here to pick up Sadie," Michael said. "She called him right after you left for the hospital. Is your 
mom okay?"
"I don't know," Maria said, the very thought of Amy bringing a lump to her throat. If her mother knew that 
this awful man was standing here in her house . . .
"Maria?" said a small voice. Maria swallowed hard and tried to smile at Sadie, who'd appeared in the 
doorway behind their father.
"Sadie, I'm sorry," she said. "I know he's a good father to you. But I can't stand him, so I really need you 
guys to leave now."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Michael put in. "They can't leave."
"Why not?"
"Because whatever sickness Amy has seems to have


spread to the whole city," her father said. "There's a quarantine."
"No kidding," Maria said. "I was at the hospital, remember?"
"The entire town is quarantined," Michael said. "They have roadblocks set up. No one can get in, and no 
one can leave. And that includes Richard."
Richard? "You're on a first-name basis with my father now?" she hissed.
"Maria—," Michael began.
"We tried to go home," Sadie interrupted. "They made us turn around."
"And it's just as well," Richard said. "I wanted to see you, Maria. We have a lot to talk about. Now we'll 
have the chance."
"I have nothing to say to you," Maria replied. "If you wanted to see me so badly, you could have. Anytime 
in the past decade."
"I understand why you're angry with me. But I'd like to tell you my side of the story," Richard said. "And 
since we're stuck here, this seems like a good time to do it."
"You might be stuck in Roswell, but you're not stuck here. Go to a hotel," Maria said.
"No," he replied. "I'm still your father, and I expect you to do me the courtesy of listening to me."
Maria turned to her boyfriend. "Michael, will you make him leave, please?"
Michael took both of her hands in his. "Baby, I think you should talk to him," he said gently. "It might 
make you feel better."


Maria's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "Excuse me?" she said.
A shrill beeping sound split the air. Michael's cell phone. He grabbed it out of his pocket and flipped it 
open. "What?" he said into the phone.
But Maria already knew who it was. Isabel, or Max, or maybe Valenti. Someone from their group calling to 
set up an alien powwow. The quarantine at the hospital had been strange enough; the fact that it was now a 
city-wide quarantine called for some serious investigation by those who happened to have superhuman 
powers.
"Fine," Michael barked. He snapped the phone shut and stared pleadingly at Maria. "You're going to kill 
me."
She sighed. "No. I know you have to go where you're needed."
Michael bit his lip. "I don't want to leave you in the middle of this," he said, nodding toward her father and 
Sadie.
"Then hurry back," Maria told him. The truth was that she wanted to hurl herself into his arms and beg him 
not to leave her alone with her father. She desperately needed moral support from him. But giant 
otherworldly crises always took precedence over her life. She mustered up a smile to make Michael feel 
better. "Keep me posted."
"I'm so sorry," he said. Then he hurried over to his motorcycle, leaped on, and sped away.
Maria turned back to her father. "This had better be good," she said.
Michael screeched to a stop in front of the Valenti house, jumped off his bike, and stomped up the 
walkway. He was


seething. What kind of a boyfriend would leave Maria in a situation like that? Her father had abandoned 
her! And now she was alone with him, without her mom for support. And without her useless boyfriend, he 
thought angrily. No matter how hard he tried, he never seemed able to be there for Maria when she needed 
him. He always had to put his alien responsibilities first. He knew he had no choice, but every so often he 
wished he could be a better boyfriend to Maria.
He slammed through the door and stopped in surprise. Isabel, Max, and Valenti all turned their worried 
eyes to him. They look like crap, he thought. "Just how bad was it at the hospital?" he said out loud. '"Cause 
you all look like crap."
Isabel rolled her eyes.
"It's bad," Valenti said. "Half the city is sick. Kyle, Marias mom—"
"And Liz," Max said.
"What?" Michael cried. "They're all sick?"
"They're all in quarantine," Isabel told him. "The CDC said they were taking all the patients over to Meta-
chem to treat them."
Michael was baffled. "Meta-chem? The pharmaceutical company?"
"Yeah," Valenti answered. "They say they've got better labs over there and enough space. They don't want 
to have to shut the hospital down."
"That's weird," Michael said. "Isn't it?"
"I'm thinking the CDC can control access to the patients better if they don't have other people coming in 
and out," Max said. "At the hospital, there's a big staff, and there are all the people who are already patients 
there."


"Well, they definitely want tight control," Michael agreed. "They've shut down the whole town. No one 
gets in or out."
"This makes me nervous," Isabel said.
"It's not an alien hunt, it's a quarantine," Max told her. "Still, we've got to put an end to it as soon as 
possible. We have to break into Meta-chem tonight."
"What?" Michael said. "Why?"
"Because I'm going to heal those people," Max announced.


9
"Liz! You awake?" Kyle whispered.
In the bed next to him, Liz stirred. "Yeah," she said. "I don't really feel like I can sleep anymore. All my 
senses just keep racing."
"I know what you mean," he said. "I keep hearing things even when I don't want to." That wasn't the worst 
part, though. The worst part was how much his skin hurt wherever the thin cotton sheet touched him—
which was everywhere. But he didn't want to complain. He knew Liz must be bothered by it too. "What do 
you say we blow this joint?" he suggested.
"How?" Liz asked skeptically.
"Look around," Kyle said. "Everyone's asleep. And the doctors all went to some big doctor meeting about 
five minutes ago. I heard them talking."
Liz sat up in bed and glanced around. "Wow. I'm really out of it," she said. "I didn't even notice."
How could she not notice? Kyle thought. It's so much quieter in here without all the doctors asking questions.


"I feel like it's getting more internal," Liz went on. "Before, I was feeling things and hearing things that 
were going on around me. Now I keep hearing stuff inside me. You know, my heartbeat, and the sound of 
my own breathing."
Okay, Liz is tripping out, Kyle thought, worried. He needed her to be alert so that they could find an answer 
to all this. "Well, then, we need to take a little walk before you slip into a coma or something."
"Where?" Liz asked. "You want to try to sneak outside?"
"No, I was thinking we'd visit that lab again, the one you work in. I'm more interested in what's behind 
those locked doors than I used to be."
"You might be right," Liz said. "If I see what materials Dr. Sosa was working with, maybe I can figure out 
what it was that I spilled. And then we'll be able to tell if it could be causing all these diseases to spring 
up."
Suddenly Liz sank back on her pillow, as if all her energy had been drained just by sitting up for half a 
minute. She lay there exhausted, just staring up at the ceiling.
"Liz, you okay?" Kyle asked.
"I don't get it," Liz murmured, as if she was talking to herself. "How could one tiny spill do all this? I mean, 
I cleaned it up right away. It was like spilling a cup of coffee or something. There was hardly anything in 
those test tubes. That can't be what's causing this. Can't be."
He was really getting worried about her. They might share the same symptoms, but this sickness was 
obviously hitting Liz a lot harder than it was hitting him. She sounded practically delirious, and he couldn't 
tell whether she even remembered he was there. "Think about it," he told her. "This guy has been doing 
research on alien


cells—you saw them yourself. He's not to be trusted. How do you know he wasn't developing some kind 
of... alien repellent or something?"
Kyle knew he sounded like an idiot. But he wanted to keep Liz focused on the problem at hand. And as far 
as he was concerned, there was something fishy about a scientist who was mean to Liz Parker, had alien 
cells on a slide, and kept his supply closet locked.
Liz was giggling now. "If that was alien repellent, it sure didn't work," she said loudly. "You and I are the 
closest things to aliens in here, and we're not nearly as sick as everyone else."
"Shh!" Kyle said. He didn't want to be talking about aliens in anything other than a whisper. And besides, 
he heard footsteps approaching their beds. He and Liz both lay silently, pretending to sleep, while a nurse 
came and checked on them. Only when the footsteps had died away again did Kyle stir. He slowly swung 
his legs over the side of the cot and raised himself to his feet. He could actually feel the air rush over his 
skin as he moved. It didn't hurt, exactly, but it took some getting used to. "You ready, Liz?"
She had struggled up to a sitting position. She gazed at him and nodded. "Let's go."
"You can all stop the covert planning," Valenti said, coming back into the living room from wherever he'd 
been. Max couldn't keep track of everyone. All his thoughts were focused on Liz. Where was she? Was she 
feeling any better? Were they doing tests on her? Was she afraid? "Why?" he asked Valenti, trying to keep 
his mind on the


project at hand: figuring out how to break into Meta-chem.
Valenti held up a credit card. "Because Kyle left this in his room."
"You want to bribe them with Kyle's good credit?" Michael asked in a deadpan voice.
"No, you dope, it's a key," Isabel said. "Kyle works at Meta-chem, remember? He has a passkey."
Max snatched it out of Valenti's hand. "Excellent," he said. "Let's go." He started for the door.
"Whoa there, Maxwell!" Michael cried. "We still need a plan."
"Why?" Max snapped. "The plan is, I go there, I open the door, and I start healing."
Isabel put her hand on his arm. "I know you're worried about Liz," she said. "But you can't heal everyone in 
that place. Even if you didn't get caught, you wouldn't survive it."
"She's right, Max," Michael said. "Remember how wiped you were after you healed those kids on the 
cancer ward. And there are a lot more people at Meta-chem."
"Well, what's your plan, then?" Max exploded. He knew he was being unreasonable, but he couldn't help 
himself. Why did Liz have to be among the sick people?
"I think it has to be an information-gathering mission," Valenti said. "You go in, you see if those CDC docs 
have come up with any ideas on what's causing all this. Then we decide how to fix it."
"I go in, I heal Liz and Kyle and Maria's mom," Max said. "With her mom better, Maria will be able to help 
us without freaking out."
"Uh, I don't know about that," Michael put in. "Maria's dealing with some heavy stuff right now."


Huh? Max shot a surprised look at Michael. He'd assumed that Maria wasn't here because she was upset 
about her mother. Had he been so wrapped up in his own fears for Liz that he'd missed some big thing 
happening to Maria? "Is she okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. But count her out on this one," Michael said gruffly.
Max saw the concern in Michael's eyes. I'm not the only one worried about the woman I love, he thought. 
He clapped Michael on the shoulder. "We'll get through this faster if I can heal Liz and Kyle. Then they can 
help us from the inside. And Maria's mom, just for good measure."
"Fine. Michael will have to run cover for you," Isabel said. "So I'll do some snooping and see if I can find 
out what the doctors have discovered."
"What about me?" Valenti asked.
"You stay here," Max said quickly. He held up a hand to stop Valenti's protest. "I know Kyle's in there. But 
we'll take care of him. You've already gotten in enough trouble trying to help us."
Valenti's expression was worried, but he backed down. Max was relieved—he felt guilty that Valenti had 
sacrificed his job and his good reputation for them. He didn't want to put him in any more danger.
Michael and Isabel headed out the door, and Max followed. "If we're not back by tomorrow morning, get 
Maria and come up with Plan B," he told Valenti.
"I won't have to," Valenti said.
Max nodded and stepped out into the night, hoping Valenti was right.


Maris flung open the door to Alan Sosa's lab. As she expected, he was still there, working away. He might 
not approve of her methods, but he was fascinated by the Healer. Any scientist would be.
"We have to move the evidence," she announced.
Alan whirled around to face her. "What do you mean?"
"The CDC has started narrowing the path of the disease. They're getting close to Liz Parker."
"Already?" he cried.
Maris shrugged. "They're more efficient than I expected. But I've found out something very useful from 
one of their researchers." She took a few steps closer to Alan just because she knew it would freak him out. 
He didn't like people invading his personal space. "Apparently someone overheard Liz Parker talking about 
a chemical spill in your lab. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
Alan took a step back. "It was nothing. An inert material. Completely harmless."
"Why did it spill?" Maris advanced on him again.
Alan looked frightened. "I was upset. I didn't want to test the serum on her. Liz took a sip of it and I had a 
panic attack."
"And?"
"And I started coughing to cover it. I didn't want her to notice that I was upset."
Maris put her hand on his arm. "Go on."
Alan stared down at her hand, his arm twitching with the need to jerk away from her. "Liz was worried 
about the coughing," he said in a rush. "She hit me on the back, and I jumped and knocked over some test 
tubes." He yanked


his arm away from Maris and walked quickly to the other side of a lab table. "It was harmless," he repeated.
"No, it wasn't," Maris told him.
His mouth dropped open in surprise. "Sure it was."
"That's not what we're going to tell the CDC," Maris said. "We're going to say the spill caused a mutation 
in Liz when she cleaned it up. We're going to let them believe that's what started this whole epidemic."
Alan was hyperventilating. "But then they'll think it was my fault. I'll be discredited. I'll be completely 
ruined!"
"You'll be rich," Maris countered. "You help me hide all the evidence of the Healer from the CDC and I'll 
give you enough money to buy your own island. You'll never need to work again."
"It's unethical," he whispered. "I can't lie to the CDC."
"Oh, Alan," Maris said in a baby-talk voice, "of course you can. After all, you certainly can't tell them the 
truth. That would ruin you even more."
He stared at her, wild-eyed. She was right, and he knew it.
"They're coming in a few minutes to empty out your lab," she told him. "They want to figure out exactly 
what spilled. So you need to make sure they don't find out that it was a harmless substance. And you need 
to make sure they don't find the serum, the cells you took from Liz Parker, or the cells we have from the 
Healer. Understood?"
Dr. Sosa sat down heavily on a lab stool. He looked devastated.
"Good," Maris said with a smile.
Maria flipped over to her stomach and pretended to keep reading her book. Who am I kidding? she 
wondered. No


one else was even watching her. She closed the book and put her head down on the bed. Voices floated in 
from the kitchen, where her father was cooking dinner for Sadie.
Part of Maria hated the idea of him in there, puttering around, using her mom's pots and pans. And part of 
her wanted to run out to the kitchen and throw her arms around him.
A tear ran down Maria's cheek. It had been hard enough getting over the fact that he left her. All her life 
she'd felt like a failure, like she must have done something so horrible that even her own father didn't love 
her. For years, she'd blamed herself for him leaving, even though Amy had always told her it wasn't her 
fault. She'd never gotten over it, really. But she'd sort of gotten used to it.
And now here he was again. Maria used to fantasize about reuniting with her father. In her daydreams, of 
course, he always came back with a good excuse, like he'd been deep-sea diving and he hit his head and 
had amnesia all these years. In none of her daydreams did he show up and announce that he'd been happily 
living one state over with his wife and his two real kids.
Anger surged up inside her. How dare he come to her house and refuse to leave?
I should call the cops and make them kick him out, she thought. But of course she couldn't do that. For one thing, 
the cops were busy trying to quarantine a bizarre disease. And for another, the cops would have to kick 
Sadie out too. And Maria didn't want Sadie to get hurt. It was bad enough that the kid had a liar for a father.
"Your mother said to tell you that you're grounded for a month," Richard's voice caught Maria's attention.


Sadie groaned expressively, and Maria smiled.
"None of that," Richard said. "You ran away to another state, young lady. You deserve to be grounded."
"You didn't tell me I had a sister," Sadie retorted. "You deserve to be grounded too."
You tell him, pipsqueak! Maria thought.
"I agree," Richard said. "I'll be grounded for as long as you are. I definitely should have told you about 
Maria, and I'm sorry I didn't. But I wasn't in touch with her myself, and I didn't know how to explain that to 
you."
"So explain it now," Sadie said.
Maria bolted upright. She wanted to hear this too. But her father just sighed. "I don't think you'll understand 
it, sweet pea," he said. "Maybe when you're older."
Maria felt as if he'd stabbed her. 'Sweet pea' had been his pet name for her. It was one of the only things she 
remembered about him. He just replaced me with another sweet pea, she thought.
"Are you going to leave me and Junior and Mom the way you left Maria and her mother?" Sadie asked.
"No," Richard said firmly. "No, I am not. I would never leave you."
That's because he loves you, Sadie, Maria thought as tears spilled down her face. He just didn't love me that 
much.
"You still feel spacey?" Kyle asked.
Liz shook her head. She didn't trust herself to talk, because what she actually felt was nauseated. This was 
the first time she'd tried to walk since she'd gotten sick at the bowling alley. She kept getting so distracted 
by the feeling of her muscles working—pulling against one another to


propel her forward—that she forgot to actually put one foot in front of the other. And the ground looked 
really far away. It was hard to balance. I wonder if this is how I felt when I was first learning to walk, she 
thought.
Kyle slipped his arm around her waist. "Just hang on to me. I'll get us there."
"Aren't you sick too?" she whispered.
"Not like you," he replied. "I still have the thing where noises are loud and lights hurt my eyes. But I'm not 
hearing my heartbeat or anything like you are."
"I feel my muscles working," she whispered. "I feel the oxygen being pumped into my blood." Even in her 
hypersensitive state, Liz recognized the fear in Kyle's eyes. "Don't worry about me. I can still think clearly. 
I just have to concentrate."
"Okay, but I'm getting scared," he said. "I don't know if I want such an intimate knowledge of my body's 
workings."
Liz smiled and focused on walking. They were almost to Dr. Sosa's lab. Getting out of the quarantine room 
had been easy; there weren't even guards at the doors. Clearly they weren't expecting anyone to get up and 
leave. Most of the other people were way too sick. And with the acute hearing she and Kyle now had, they 
were able to avoid being found. They heard people coming a good minute before they saw them.
In fact, Liz heard something now—the sound of metal scraping against the floor. She glanced at Kyle. He 
heard it too. "There's a janitor's closet across from Dr. Sosa's lab," he whispered.
Liz nodded. The door to the lab was about ten feet away on the left, and the janitor's closet was maybe six 
feet


away on the right. "Let's go fast," she whispered back. Kyle pulled her forward, and soon they were safely 
hidden in the closet. Kyle kept the door open a tiny bit, and through the sliver of space, they had a good 
view of the door to the lab.
It was opening.
"Looks like we got here just in time," Kyle whispered. Liz nodded silently. She had no idea what would 
happen if they were found wandering around Meta-chem, and she didn't particularly want to find out.
Two big guys were dragging a large metal dram out into the hallway from the lab.
"Wait! One more thing." To Liz's surprise, Dr. Sosa walked out of the lab. He was carrying a small plastic 
box. One of the guys opened the top of the metal dram, and Dr. Sosa placed the box inside. "That's 
everything."
The guys loaded the metal dram onto a hand track that stood in the hallway, and as they pushed it away 
down the hall, Liz noticed that they wore jackets with CDC printed on the back. Dr. Sosa watched them go. 
Liz could hear his heavy breathing from here.
Maris Wheeler appeared in the doorway behind him. "I trust the CDC will find exactly what they should 
find, Alan?"
Dr. Sosa didn't answer. He turned and stormed down the hall in the other direction.
Maris Wheeler shook her head. Then she followed the CDC guys, leaving the lab door wide open.
"These people are weird," Kyle whispered after all the footsteps had died away. He pushed open the closet 
door and helped Liz across the hall and into Dr. Sosa's lab.


Liz glanced around. The lab was empty. "Everything is gone," she told Kyle.
"That's for sure." He pointed to the back of the room. The door to Dr. Sosa's locked closet hung open, and 
the shelves inside were bare.
"It's all in that metal drum they took away," Liz said. "Dr. Sosa had to turn over the whole lab to the CDC."
"Why?" Kyle asked.
"I think he's been doing something wrong," Liz guessed. "Some kind of rogue research, maybe with those 
alien cells I saw. That would explain why he didn't want me in his lab. And then Ms. Wheeler found out 
about it, and she made him give everything to the CDC."
"Because she thinks he started the epidemic with his chemical spill?" Kyle asked.    ,
Liz nodded. Kyle thought about it for a minute. "Well, that's good work, Nancy Drew," he said. "But what 
was the chemical that spilled, and why is it making everyone, sick?"
"I don't know," Liz admitted.
They stood silently for a moment. This trip through Meta-chem hadn't really provided any new leads, but it 
had taken a lot out of them. "I think my symptoms are starting to change too," Kyle said finally. "I'm 
starting to feel. . . never mind."
"What?" Liz asked.
"Well, strong. Like I have superpowers or something— superheating, sharp vision, I can feel all my 
muscles working. But my body can't handle it."
"I know what you mean," Liz said. "I think our bodies are burning through a lot of energy. Our metabolism 
is


speeding up. There's only so long we'll be able to take it." "Let's get back to bed while we still can," Kyle 
said.
"Maria?" Sadie peeked her head around the bedroom door. "I'm going to bed."
Maria jumped. She hadn't heard Sadie coming. She hastily shoved the diary she'd been writing in 
underneath her pillow. "Um, okay."
"Is it all right if I sleep in your mom's bed?" Sadie asked. "Dad's going to sleep on the couch."
Just the mention of her mother got Maria hyperventilating again. She hadn't heard from Michael, so she 
didn't know what the pod squad was up to. And she hadn't been able to get anyone at the hospital to tell her 
what was going on with the quarantined patients. Every hour that passed made her more frantic about her 
mom. "You know what?" she said. "Why don't you sleep in my bed? I kinda want to stay in my mom's 
room tonight."
"Really?" Sadie cried happily. "I can stay in your room? Cool!"
Maria laughed. "Let me get my things." She snatched a nightshirt from her top drawer. The she pulled her 
diary out from under the pillow and stuffed it into the shirt. "Okay, it's all yours."
Sadie launched herself at the bed like an eager puppy. "Your room is so pretty," she said, bouncing up and 
down.
"G'night," Maria told her, pulling the door closed behind her.
"Good night, Maria!" Sadie sang after her.
Still smiling, Maria padded down the hallway toward her mother's room.


"Change of plans?" Richard asked from the kitchen. Maria froze. She didn't want to talk to him. She hadn't 
even acknowledged his presence since Michael left. But she couldn't really avoid him now.
She went into the kitchen. "I want to sleep in my mother's room because I miss her and I'm worried about 
her," she said.
Her dad nodded. "That makes sense. This quarantine is very stressful."
"Well, it would be less stressful if you would leave," Maria said. "I don't want you here, and I think you 
should respect my wishes."
"I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving you here alone," he replied. "With your mother not home, I mean."
"You left me alone for years," Maria snapped. "And I'm almost eighteen, though you probably don't know 
that. I can handle being alone in the house."
"I know exactly how old you are, Maria," he said.
"Oh, that's right," she answered. "You had a whole file on me, that's what Sadie said. So let's see, you know 
what I look like in sucky school pictures, and you know that I get As in art and C's in math. So I guess you 
think you know me really well, huh?"
"Maria—"
"Is that your version of being an involved father?" Maria interrupted. "Sending a private investigator to 
follow me around? I want to know why you had someone spying on me."
Her father blew out a breath. "Because I wanted to know how you were," he said.


"The more established modes of finding that out are to call and ask, or to set up visitation weekends," 
Maria said sarcastically.
"I know. But I couldn't face you." Richard's eyes were wet.
I will not feel sorry for him, Maria thought. I don't care if he sobs like a baby.
"I felt so guilty," he went on. "For what I did to you. Your mother and I ... we were terrible together. But I 
always loved you. I handled it badly. I abandoned you, sweet pea, and I couldn't stand the guilt."
"Don't call me that," Maria said coldly.
"I'm trying to do it right this time," her dad said. "With Sadie and Junior. I try to be a good father to them 
because I was such a bad father to you. I'm not saying that it makes up for the way I treated you, but I am a 
good father now."
"You're right, that doesn't make up for it," Maria said. "I've spent my entire life feeling worthless and 
unlovable because of you. It's nice that you're good to Sadie, but it doesn't help me."
Richard bowed his head. "Okay," he said. "I had to try. But if you want, I'll take Sadie to a hotel in the 
morning and we'll stay there until the quarantine is lifted."
"Yes, that's what I want," Maria said. She turned and went into her mother's room and closed the door. And 
then the tears came.


10
"Valenti said he thinks its private security," Michael said
quietly. He was crouched in the well-manicured bushes that surrounded the Meta-chem property. Isabel and 
Max knelt next to him. About twenty feet away stood a parked van with a couple of guys in uniform sitting 
in front. There were similar vans dotted around the parking lot.
"They're not paying close attention," Michael said. "If we distract them, we should be able to run right by."
"Okay," Max said. "We'll aim for that door." He pointed it out. "Be ready to unlock it quickly."
Michael nodded. They could all use their powers to undo locks, but for some reason Michael could do it 
faster than the others. Exploding lightbulbs, though, was Isabel's specialty. "Iz, would you like to do the 
honors?" he asked.
She narrowed her eyes at the streetlamp closest to the parked van. It was a big lamp, meant to illuminate all 
the parking spaces for forty feet around it. Isabel raised her hand, and the lamp exploded in a spectacular 
display of light.


The uniformed guys whistled and yelled, paying more attention to the burned-out light than to the three 
teens racing through the darkness just behind the van. Michael reached the door first, and he could feel the 
heat in his hand even as he reached for the handle. He was never sure quite how he opened locks. He 
simply knew that he visualized the lock opening, and that's what it did.
He yanked open the door, Max and Isabel ran through, and he followed them inside. The whole thing took 
less than ten seconds. They stood together in the darkness of an empty Meta-chem hallway, breathing hard.
"Here's where we split up," Michael said. "Maxwell, you and I will head for the quarantine room. Iz, you 
look for CDC headquarters."
Isabel nodded. "Good luck," she said, and disappeared into the darkness.
"So where's the quarantine room?" Michael asked.
Max shrugged. "It's got to be big; they have a lot of people there."
"I'm thinking they must have a warehouse or something," Michael said. "I guess we just start looking in 
doors until we find it."
"It's going to be a long night," Max said.
Isabel snuck through the dark hallways at Meta-chem. The place was virtually abandoned. Every so often a 
security guard would cross a hall in front of her, but she always managed to avoid them.
I wonder where Jesse is, she thought. She knew it was important for one of them to find out what the CDC 
was up to, but secretly she wanted to find the quarantine room


herself and make sure Jesse was okay. The way he had looked when they wheeled him into the emergency 
room—so pale, so afraid! It broke Isabel's heart.
"I offered them my facilities," a woman's voice broke into Isabel's thoughts. "They're going to have to play 
by my rules."
Isabel flattened herself against the wall and waited as the woman approached the crossing in front of her.
"I want full information sharing, and that's that," the woman was saying as she came into view She was 
small and blond, wearing an expensive outfit. Isabel recognized her from articles she'd read in the paper—
Maris Wheeler, the head of Meta-chem. She was with a pasty-faced guy in a lab coat.
Maris had stopped in the middle of the area where the two hallways crossed. Isabel held her breath, wishing 
she could disappear into the wall behind her. If Maris decided to turn down this hall, Isabel would be found 
for sure.
"I'll tell them you said no running tests unless you share the results," lab-coat guy said. He started to turn 
away.
"No, wait," Maris ordered him. "I'll go tell them myself." She turned and clacked down the hall on her high 
heels.
Isabel let out the breath she'd been holding. What a stroke of luck! It sounded as if Maris was going to talk 
to the CDC people who were set up at Meta-chem. And that was exactly where Isabel wanted to be. 
Keeping as quiet as possible, Isabel began to follow them.
Before long they reached an office complex where the lights were bright and people were bustling around. 
It


seemed strange to see such a busy area within this giant, silent building. Isabel checked her watch. It was 
nearly two in the morning. But the CDC people were clearly going to work around the clock until they 
figured out what was going on in Roswell.
Good, she thought. The sooner they find the cause oj all this, the sooner they can help Jesse. She pictured 
her brother in the quarantine room. She'd wanted to ask him to heal Jesse while he was there. But she 
couldn't bring herself to do it. She'd made a promise to herself never to let Jesse find out the truth about her 
alien life. And besides, they were broken up. The image of his stricken face came back into her mind. He'd 
had a heart attack—and that was serious. If he doesn't make it through this, III never forgive myself.
Isabel couldn't walk down the well-lit hall and put her ear to the door. She glanced up at the ceiling. It was 
made of the typical thin fiberglass tiles. They wouldn't hold much weight. Still, she saw no other option. 
She'd have to chance it.
There was a lab cart in the hallway where she stood. She climbed up on it, pushed one of the ceiling tiles 
aside, and pulled herself up into the crawl space above. Immediately she lay flat on her stomach. If she 
distributed her weight as evenly as possible, she'd be less likely to break through the fragile tiles. Staying 
on her stomach, she crawled slowly along until she heard voices.
". . . believe we've found the trail of the infection," a man was saying. "But we're no closer to knowing its 
pathology. Frankly, many of my colleagues find it highly unlikely that this sudden outbreak of different 
diseases is related to a single infection."


"Well, you seem to believe it, Dr. Farrell," Maris Wheeler replied. "Otherwise you wouldn't have come to 
Roswell so quickly."
Isabel thought that Maris sounded kind of annoyed that they'd come to Roswell at all.
"With all due respect, Ms. Wheeler," Dr. Farrell said. "I'm well aware that Meta-chem is doing DNA 
research. Once you start messing with things at that level, anything is possible. The one thing these patients 
have in common is that all are suffering from hereditary disorders. Whatever time bombs were hidden in 
their DNA, they've all exploded at once. And it's entirely possible that your research could cause such a 
thing to happen. Accidentally, of course."
"Of course," Maris said coldly. "Tell me, doctor, just how could researching DNA lead to an outcome such 
as this?"
Dr. Farrell coughed and spluttered a bit. Isabel couldn't help smiling. This guy was acting as if he knew 
what was going on, but he really had no idea. Maris had seen right through him. "Well, we ... we need to 
search through the material from Dr. Sosa's lab before we understand the situation entirely," he finally 
managed to say.
"Fine," Maris replied. "But since I've been cooperative enough to turn over our research to you, not to 
mention foot the bill for all these sick people to stay here, the least you can do is share your findings with 
me. I want copies of any tests you run on those people. Understood?"
"That's highly irregular," Dr. Farrell replied. "But I suppose I can make an exception."
Isabel sighed and rested her cheek on the ceiling tile


beneath her. These people had no idea what was causing the outbreak. It was going to be a long night.
Max lay on his stomach underneath the cot of a sick teenager. Michael lay next to him.
"Now what?" Michael whispered.
Max knew Michael was impatient, but he couldn't be more anxious than Max himself. It had taken almost 
an hour to find the room where the quarantined people were being kept, and ever since then they'd been 
hiding, moving slowly from one bed to the next. There weren't many lights on, since most of the patients 
were asleep. But there were enough nurses and doctors to notice two guys walking around in the middle of 
the room. At this rate, they were lucky if they found Liz and Kyle by morning.
Michael nudged him. "We're near the nurses' station," he whispered.
Max peered out from under the bed. Michael was right. The makeshift nurses' station was only about five 
feet away. Even better, there was a fresh pile of linens—clean scrubs, clean sheets—stacked on the edge of 
a desk, right next to a desk lamp with a tall, thin arm.
"Can you knock over that lamp?" Max asked.
"I can try." Michael squirmed around until he could aim his hand toward the desk. With a quick glance 
around to make sure no one was coming, Michael flung a burst of power across the room. The lamp toppled 
forward as if blown by a strong wind, knocking the pile of linens to the floor.
Max shot his hand out and pulled as many scrubs as he could underneath the bed. Then they quickly 
crawled a


few beds away to make sure no one would find them if they came to check on the fallen lamp. In seconds 
he and Michael were dressed in scrubs.
"I'll go first," Michael said. "I'll find Liz and I'll stop at her bed. Then you follow me. We'll look more 
casual if we're not walking around together."
"Okay." Max watched Michael crawl out from under the cot and begin walking slowly up and down the 
rows of patients. Finally Michael stopped at the foot of one specific bed. He picked up the chart attached to 
the bed and began flipping through it.
Max shimmied out from under the cot and casually walked over to where Michael stood. In the bed lay Liz, 
her eyes shut, her body perfectly still.
"Kyle," Michael whispered, nodding to the next cot over.
Max looked. Kyle's eyes were open, but otherwise he lay as still as Liz. Michael made his way over to 
Kyle's bed. "How are you guys?" he asked in a low voice.
Kyle recoiled from him. "Quiet!" he whispered. "I can't stand loud noises."
Michael shot Max a confused look, but Max understood. "It's the same thing Liz has," he whispered. 
"Over-sensitivity to noise and light."
"And touch and smell and taste," Kyle whispered. "But Liz is worse than me. She's gotten really sensitive 
to feelings inside her body. She says that our metabolism is speeding up and that our bodies can't withstand 
it."
"Well, that's why I'm here," Max said. He sat down on Liz's bed, being careful not to jostle her too much—
he knew every single movement could be painful to her.


"He's going to heal Liz, then you, then Marias mom," Michael told Kyle. "Then you and Liz can help us 
figure out what's going on."
"We did some snooping earlier," Kyle said. "They emptied out that lab where Liz worked. She thinks that 
Dr. Sosa guy was doing some rogue research. She found alien cells in the lab a few days ago."
"What?" Max cried. "Why didn't she tell me?"
"I didn't want to make a big thing out of it until I knew what was going on," Liz whispered.
Max looked down at her. Her brown eyes were open now, making her pale skin look even whiter. "I didn't 
think Dr. Sosa knew the cells were alien," she went on. "He thought they were cancer cells that mutated 
into something else."
"You think he's caused this epidemic somehow?" Max asked.
"I don't know, I can't understand it," Liz murmured. "Max, I feel awful."
His heart swelled with worry and love for her. "Never mind," he whispered. "We'll figure it out once you're 
better." He placed his hand gently against her cheek and concentrated on healing her.
Power built within him, heating up his hand against Liz's skin. He pictured her healing, becoming whole . . 
. but something was wrong. Usually when he healed, he got flashes of the person he was healing. Pieces of 
their thoughts, their memories, that sort of thing. And with Liz, he got flashes practically every time he 
touched her. But now there was nothing. Just emptiness.
Liz moaned.


Max concentrated harder, trying to get into Liz's body, trying to heal her from within.
She drew her breath in sharply, as if something had hurt her. Her muscles began to twitch, almost as if she was having a 
seizure.
"Max. Max, stop!" Kyle cried. "You're making it worse!"
Max pulled his hand away from Liz. He stared down at her. Her mouth was drawn as if in pain, and her eyes were 
brimming with tears. "It's too much," she whispered. "Whatever you were doing... it put more stress on my system. . . ." 
Her voice faded, and her eyes fluttered closed.
"Liz?" Max whispered urgently. "Liz!" He felt her wrist, and was astonished at how fast her pulse was.
"Just leave her alone," Kyle said. "Let her calm down. She goes into a ... a cocoon state, where she shuts out all the 
outside stimuli. We both have to do that every so often."
Max couldn't believe that Kyle was telling him this stuff about Liz. Why did Kyle know so much? Max was a healer—
he should be able to figure out what was wrong with Liz just by touching her. He felt strangely jealous of Kyle.
"We can't stay here for long," Michael whispered. "Try to heal Kyle."
The blood drained from Kyle's face. "I don't know about that," he said. "I don't want you to make me worse too."
"No! No," Liz whispered frantically. "Don't touch him!"
Her eyes were still closed. Max couldn't tell if she was conscious or if she was just talking in a dream. "Why can't
I touch him?" Max asked her.
                        "He's like me, we're the same," Liz whispered. "Aliens ..."
Her voice trailed off.


Max shot Michael a questioning look. Michael shrugged. "Maybe you can't heal this," he said.
"How can that be?" Max asked. "She's just sick. They're all just sick. And that's what I do, I heal sick 
people."
"I don't think we can risk you making anyone else worse," Kyle said.
Max was speechless. It seemed as if his healing power had reversed itself somehow. He looked at his 
hands— would they really make people sicker?
"We should go find Isabel. If the CDC has figured out what's causing it, maybe that will help you figure out 
how to heal it," Michael suggested.
Slowly Max nodded. It seemed like their only option.
". . . Crashdown Cafe," Dr. Farrell's voice said.
Isabel jerked her head up. She'd almost fallen asleep, stretched out on the ceiling tiles. She had no idea how 
long she'd been up there, listening to the droning voice of the CDC lab technicians. They were compiling 
data, trying to find something, anything, that would help them figure out how so many different diseases 
could crop up at the same time.
But what was that about the Crashdown? Isabel thought. Did I dream that?
"You'd better call Maris Wheeler in here," Dr. Farrell said.
Isabel waited, holding her breath, until she heard the clicking of Maris's heels on the floor.
"Have you found anything useful, doctor?" Maris's cold voice asked.
"We believe we've isolated the identity of Patient Zero," Dr. Farrell said.


"Really?" Maris actually sounded interested now. "So it is a contagion after all?"
"We're not sure how it works once it infects people," Dr. Farrell said. "But yes, it's clearly been spread in a 
very clean line. A line that starts here in Meta-chem, by the way."
Isabel could hear Maris's little gasp. "Surely you're not suggesting that Meta-chem released some sort of 
virus," Maris cried.
"I don't know what to think yet," Dr. Farrell said. "But we've figured out that this . . . bug ... is carried in 
water. It seems to have started with a small group of people who ate at a specific restaurant, the Crashdown 
Cafe. Our researchers turned up an anomaly in the soup there. Whoever ate the soup became infected, and 
they in turn infected others by sneezing near them, coughing . . . basically anything that would pass the bug 
along in a liquid form."
Great, Michael's cooking strikes again, Isabel thought.
"I don't see what that has to do with Meta-chem," Maris said.
"One of your employees is the daughter of the owner of this restaurant," Dr. Farrell said. "She was 
overheard talking about a chemical spill here in Alan Sosa's lab. And she herself is ill. Based on all of this, 
we're considering her Patient Zero."
Liz, thought Isabel.
"Liz Parker," Maris Wheeler said.
"Yes," Dr. Farrell answered. "We'll begin extensive tests on her right away."


11
Liz was crying. She'd been crying ever since Max left. Kyle wished he could comfort her, but his own body 
was starting to exhibit the symptoms Liz had told him about earlier. Every breath he took, every tiny move 
he made, seemed to reverberate through his whole body. It's like feeling my body work on a cellular level, 
he thought.
"Alien," Liz whispered. "It was alien and so am I, so healing doesn't work." She gave a small sob.
Kyle didn't know what she was talking about. She seemed delirious. Normally he would've shushed her 
when she said the A-word, but if anybody heard her now they would assume it was some fever-dream she 
was having.
"Kyle," Liz whispered. "You're like me, and we're aliens."
Kyle glanced around. Most people were still sleeping, and the nurses were all down at the nurses' station. 
With a huge effort, he slid off the side of his cot and onto the floor. Then he crawled across to Liz's bed and 
leaned


against it. He was exhausted from that small amount of exertion.
"Aliens," Liz whispered again.
"No, Liz, we're not aliens," he said, trying to keep his tone light. "Our friends, maybe. Us, no."
"We are." Suddenly she sounded so lucid. Kyle turned his eyes up to her face. She was looking back at him 
intently. "We are, you and me. We're different, he changed us. We have alien DNA. That's why we have 
the same symptoms, and why they're different from everyone else's."
Kyle's heart gave a sickening bounce. "We're aliens because Max healed us?" he repeated.
"When he heals, it changes the person. It changes their DNA," Liz whispered. "We have alien DNA mixed 
with our own. Not like them, not like the real aliens. But we have a little. And this thing, the virus or 
whatever, it's affecting our alien DNA."
"It activated our alien genes just like it activated Ms. DeLucas gene for asthma," Kyle said.
"Yes," Liz whispered. "It went to our alien genes because it's alien too."
"What?" Kyle could tell Liz thought this was important, but he didn't really understand everything she was 
saying.
"In the lab, when I cleaned up the chemical spill," Liz said. "Whatever that chemical was must have 
changed me."
"Wait, are you saying this virus is alien?" Kyle asked.
"I think so. And it's my fault." She started to cry again. "I did it."
Kyle didn't know what to think. For a second there, Liz had sounded like her old science-nerd self. Now 
she was


delirious again. "You didn't do anything," he said helplessly.
"The spill. I cleaned it up, and it got on me somehow. It made my alien DNA mutate into this virus. Then I 
gave it to you. I gave it to everyone. And they'll never find a cure for it because they don't know it's alien."
At that moment a door at the far end of the room swung open. Four doctors with a gurney rushed in. They 
checked with the nurses' station, and then all four turned—-and looked right at Liz.
"Uh-oh," Kyle said.
"What?"
"Um, a bunch of doctors are coming toward you with a stretcher," Kyle told her.
"They know it's my fault," she whispered. "They have to study me to try to solve the problem."
"What?" Kyle cried. "No! They'll find the alien DNA."
"They won't know what it is," Liz said. "They'll just think it's a mutation."
The doctors had reached Liz's bed. One of them took Kyle by the arm. He gasped in pain; her hand felt like 
a vise. "You need to be back in bed," she said, helping him to his cot.
The others were lifting Liz onto the gurney. Kyle could see her wincing as they jostled her sensitive body.
"Where are you taking her?" he asked.
"We need to run some tests on Miss Parker to figure out what's wrong with her," the doctor told him, sitting 
him down on his cot.
"Kyle, you have to tell Max," Liz whispered. "He's the only one who can figure out how to help these other 
people. Tell him what I told you."



They were pushing Liz away as she said this, and Kyle knew none of the doctors standing right next to her 
could even hear what she said. But he could, with his alien-enhanced hearing. "Liz, hang in there," he 
whispered back.
Then they pushed the gurney through the doors and out of the quarantine room. Liz was gone.
Isabel was the last to get back to Valenti's house. Michael and Max had been there only about five minutes 
when she showed up, looking worried. Michael felt his shoulders slump. He'd been hoping Isabel had some 
good news, since he and Max certainly didn't. "What did you find out?" Max asked. "Hello to you, too," 
Isabel retorted. "Where's Valenti?" "On the phone," Michael told her. "Did you find the CDC 
headquarters?"
"Yeah. And they were talking about Liz." "What?" Max cried. "What did they say?" Isabel dropped onto 
Valentis couch. "That she's Patient Zero, and that the virus started spreading from the Crash-down. 
Apparently they found something funky in your soup," she said to Michael.
"That's crazy!" Max said. "How could Liz possibly be the cause of all this?"
But Michael already knew the answer. "The water," he said. "Liz had just come from Meta-chem. She said 
the soup was too thick, so I took her water bottle and poured the water into it. And then I served it to Kyle, 
and Maria’s mom, and half the other people at the Crashdown. I served it all day." He sank down next to 
Isabel. "This whole thing is my fault."


"But why would Liz's water be infected?" Max asked.
"The CDC doctor said something about a chemical spill," Isabel put in.
"Yeah, that's why she got sent home early," Michael replied. "She said her boss knocked over some gunk 
but that it was no big deal."
"Did you heal Liz?" Isabel asked. "Maybe she can figure out what happened."
Max slammed his fist down on the coffee table. "No," he growled. "I couldn't heal her."
Isabel blinked in surprise. "Why not?"
"I don't know, it didn't work," Max said. "I made her worse."
Michael watched as Isabel took this news in. "So you can't heal any of the sick people?" she asked Max.
"I'm afraid it will make them all worse."
Isabel looked down at her hands, frowning. Michael knew how she felt. They seemed to be out of options. 
"Kyle is still sick too," he said. "And Maria's mom."
Isabel just nodded without meeting his eye. She was taking it pretty hard, he thought.
"I have some news," Valenti said, coming into the room. "Though it's not especially good."
"What is it?" Michael asked.
"That was the CDC outreach person on the phone. They're setting up hours for family members to visit the 
people in quarantine."
Max frowned. "Is that safe?"
"They've determined the virus is waterborne," Valenti said. "So they'll put the patients in plastic tents and 
you can talk to them from outside."


"If we get in and talk to Liz, she can tell us where that water bottle came from. Maybe that will help us 
figure it out." Michael knew he was grasping at straws, but he couldn't think of anything else to do.
"It'll be a while," Valenti said. "They're doing it alphabetically by last name. I won't be able to see Kyle 
until tomorrow, probably. And in the meantime they won't even tell me how he is." Valenti's voice broke, 
and Isabel reached over to take his hand.
"Maria," Michael said.
"What about her?" Max asked.
"Her name starts with D. She'll get in to see her mom today. Maybe they'll let her talk to Liz too."
"It's worth a try," Max said.
And it will give me an excuse to find out how Maria's coping with her dad, Michael thought as he dialed Maria's 
number into his cell phone.
Maria's phone was ringing. Sadie turned away from her examination of Maria's jewelry box and flung 
herself on the bed. She grabbed up the phone from the bedside table. "Maria's phone!" she said into the 
receiver.
"Hey, kid, it's Michael."
Sadie grinned. "Hi, Michael! How are you?"
"I'm fine. Listen, is Maria there?" Michael said.
"No, she's in the shower," Sadie told him. She rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling, where 
Maria had put tiny glow-in-the-dark stars. "Maria let me sleep in her room last night. She's the coolest sister 
ever."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone.
"Are you and Maria gonna get married?" Sadie asked.


"Because if you do, then you'll be my brother-in-law. Wouldn't that be weird?"
Michael started coughing. While Sadie waited for him to finish, she sat up so she could bounce on the bed. 
That's when she noticed her father standing in the doorway. He didn't look very happy.
"Uh, Sadie, can you ask Maria to call me?" Michael said. "Tell her it's important."
"Okay," Sadie said. "Bye." She hung up the phone and turned back to her dad.
"Was that Michael?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sadie said. "He's been Maria's boyfriend for two years."
Her father frowned and went back out into the kitchen. He was distracted, she could tell. Sadie sighed. 
She'd been trying to pretend that everything was fine, but her father was miserable, and Maria was even 
more miserable. All last night she'd lain in Maria's bed trying to imagine how it must feel to grow up 
without a father. She couldn't imagine it.
Maria came in with her hair wrapped in a towel. "Hey, squirt," she said with a wan smile "Did you sleep 
okay?"
Sadie nodded. "Maria? Do you think you'll ever forgive Dad?" she asked suddenly.
Her sister looked surprised. "Well, I don't know," she said.
"I think it would be hard," Sadie told her. "If he did that to me, I mean."
Maria sighed and sat down on the bed next to her. "He's not ever going to do that to you, Sadie. He made a 
mistake with me, and he learned from it. I really believe that."


"So you forgive him?"
Maria shook her head. "It's not that easy, honey And this is a really bad time, with my mom sick—" Her 
voice broke.
Sadie felt a lump form in her throat. She'd been really selfish coming to Roswell. She'd made her parents 
worry and she'd turned Maria's whole life upside down. "I shouldn't have come here. I didn't mean to make 
you feel bad," she said quietly. "I just wanted to see what you were like. I didn't realize you would get 
hurt."
Maria reached out and pulled Sadie into her arms. "It's not your fault," she said. "You and me will always 
be friends. Okay?"
"Okay."
"I see you're borrowing my eyeliner," Maria added.
Sadie smiled. "Is it okay?"
"Yup. That's what sisters are for." Maria got up and started looking through her closet.
"Michael called," Sadie said. "He says it's important."
Maria turned around so fast that Sadie jumped back a little. "Um . . . excuse me," she said. And then she 
was gone.
"Thanks for letting me drive you, Maria," Richard said.
Maria just stared out the window, wishing they would get to Meta-chem already. When her father had 
heard she was heading over to visit Amy, he'd insisted on driving her there. He'd said she might be too 
emotional to drive. If only it had occurred to him to think about my feelings when I was a little kid, she 
thought.
"Are you—um, are you going to tell your mother I'm here?" he asked nervously.


Maria snorted. "Do you really think I want to kick her while she's down?" she asked. "'Hey, Mom, sorry 
you've got some bizarre outbreak of asthma. Did you know the guy who abandoned you has been happily 
married with kids for years now?'"
"I didn't abandon your mother. We got a divorce."
"Oh, that's right," Maria snapped. "You only abandoned me."
Well, that shut him up, she thought as the silence stretched out. Then she heard a sniffle. Maria turned away 
from the window to look at her father. His cheeks were wet, and he was silently crying as he drove. She 
stared at him, hardly even noticing the tears that had formed in her own eyes.
Maria tried to remember anything about her father. She couldn't think of one thing, one actual memory with 
any content. She remembered his horse sound, which was closer to sounding like a hyena. But she had no 
idea why she remembered it; she couldn't remember a time when he'd made a horse sound for her. She 
remembered the smell of the cologne he used to wear, but she couldn't remember what it was called, and 
she couldn't remember ever seeing him put it on. All her life, she'd been trying to forget him. Now here he 
was, driving her car. And crying.
Is it even possible to see a man cry and not want to hug him and comfort him? Maria wondered. Right now her 
father was just a guy. Not the monster who'd left her with no money and no father to love. Not the selfish 
jerk who was willing to have a whole second family without even telling them about the first family. Just a 
guy who was crying so hard he could barely drive. "Dad," she said. "Pull over."


He did. He put the car in park, and then he just sat there crying. Maria stayed in her seat, crying too.
"There's no excuse," he finally said through his sobs. "I love you. I always loved you. There's no excuse for 
what I did. I don't blame you if you hate me forever."
"I don't hate you," Maria said, surprised to find that it was true.
"Really?" He looked at her hopefully.
"Yeah," she said. "But I don't love you either. I don't know what to feel. I don't know anything about you 
except that you left me."
"I know," he said, fresh tears falling. "But I know a lot about you. I know how sweet your skin smelled 
when you were a baby. And I know that your favorite book was Martha the Movie Mouse—you would 
never go to sleep until I'd read it to you at least twice. Sweet pea, I had seven years with you. I've been 
holding on to those years ever since. In my mind, you're always my baby girl."
Maria wiped her eyes. "I don't remember those years," she whispered.
"Can you take my word for it?" he asked.
"I guess," she replied. She took a shaky breath. "But it doesn't make up for the ten years in between."
Richard sighed. "I understand that."
They sat in silence for a minute, both of them sniffling. "I have to get to Meta-chem," Maria said finally.
"Okay," he answered, putting the car in gear. He pulled back out onto the road.
"Thanks for driving me," Maria said.


12
“So what's going on outside?" Amy asked. She immediately stuck the oxygen mask back over her nose and 
mouth.
"Oh, not much," Maria lied. "The whole town is sort of shut down." She tried not to let her mother see how 
worried she was. Amy looked terrible, thin and pale and tired. Maria had never seen her mother look so 
tired.
Amy pulled the mask down again. "I've been hearing whispers around here that this all started at the Crash-
down," she said.
"Yup. Michaels soup was infected."
Amy just rolled her eyes.
Mom is supposed to be the one worrying about me, Maria thought. I don't like it this way. She had a sudden 
vision of what it would be like if her mother never got better. Maria felt as if she might hyperventilate. 
"What's it like inside that thing?" she asked, nodding to the plastic tent that covered Amy's cot. It was 
strange to be making small talk with your own mother, but glancing around the room,


Maria saw other family members doing the same thing
"It's pretty annoying," Amy admitted. "I can't really see you—you're all distorted by the plastic."
"So are you." Maria grinned. "Your nose looks huge!"
"Shut up!" Amy cried.
They sat in companionable silence for a moment.
"Hey, Mom? Do you need me to do anything?" Maria asked. "For the business, I mean. I know I was being 
kind of a pain in the butt before. ..."
"It's okay," Amy replied. "You have your own life and your own job to worry about."
"Yeah, but your alien stuff is the family business," Maria said. "And I'm going to help you with it from now 
on."
"Oh, Maria, you hate those alien tchotchkes."
"I know," Maria said, "but I love you."
Her mother laughed. "Don't get all morbid on me, honey. I'm not gonna die in here."
"Promise?" Maria asked. "Because I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I think your mom needs to rest now," said the nurse who was taking care of Amy's section of the room. 
Maria felt a stab of panic—had she tired her mother too much?
"I'm fine," Amy told her, as if she could feel Maria's fear. "I'm just wheezy."
"Okay," Maria said, standing up. "I'll come back and see you as soon as they let me."
Amy nodded tiredly and waved as Maria left. She walked slowly down the row of beds. Because it was 
visiting day, the nurses weren't paying much attention to security. All the quarantined patients had been put 
in their own private plastic tent. Maria scanned each bed,


looking for Liz. She was supposed to find out where Liz got the water bottle, that's what Michael had said. 
But mostly she just wanted to see for herself that her best friend was okay.
Where was Liz? It was hard to see through these thick plastic tents. She reached the end of one row of beds 
and casually started down the other row.
"Maria!" The voice was muffled, but it was definitely Kyle's. She stopped walking and squinted through 
the plastic. Kyle lay on the bed inside. Unlike her mother, he had no tubes in him and no oxygen mask.
"Kyle! How are you feeling?"
"Like a freak," he said. "And don't talk so loud, I can't handle loud noises."
"O-kay" she said. "Where's Liz? I'm supposed to—"
"They took her," he interrupted. "And I need to get a message to Max."
Maria blinked in surprise. "From Liz?" She sat down in the chair next to Kyle's bed. Hopefully no one 
would notice that he wasn't supposed to have visitors today.
"They took Liz because she was the first one sick," Kyle told her. "They're going to do tests, and they're 
going to find that the virus is mutated alien DNA."
"What?"
"Just listen and tell Max everything I say," Kyle said urgently. "Liz says she and I have alien DNA mixed 
with our DNA because Max healed us both. And when Liz cleaned up that chemical spill in the lab here—"
"Dr. Sosa's lab."
"Right. She thinks whatever the chemical was, it got into her system and caused a mutation in her alien 
DNA.


Then she spread it to other people. She and I have one set of symptoms because it activated our alien-
attributes, our alien genes,"
"And in everyone else it activated whatever genes they had for all these different sicknesses," Maria said.
"Yeah, that's what Liz says. But no one else knows that the virus itself is alien. It comes from Liz's alien 
DNA. The CDC won't figure that out."
"Because of the whole they-don't-believe-in-aliens thing."
"Exactly. So Max has to figure out how to stop the virus."
"Got it," Maria said, standing up. "How long ago did they take Liz away?"
"Hours and hours," Kyle replied. "She was much sicker than I am. When Max touched her, she got even 
worse. He was probably putting more alien DNA into her system just by trying to heal her."
"So she's overdosing on alien genes."
"She and I both," Kyle said. He dropped his head back onto his pillow. "I have to sleep now."
"Don't worry, Valenti," Maria said gently. "We'll take it from here."
"Alien DNA." Valenti shook his head. "That's it, the entire virus. It's alien DNA."
"It's my DNA," Max corrected him. "This is all my fault. I always thought I was doing a good thing when I 
healed people. Turns out I was infecting them with some big time bomb." I should have known better than 
to think I could do anything to help people, he thought bitterly. Every


time I try to do the right thing, it has awful side effects.
"Max, that's just not true," Isabel said. "This virus came from a chemical spill. Maybe we're lucky it was 
Liz in that lab. If it had been one of us, the virus would've been much stronger."
"So her DNA mutated," Michael said. "And that's what's swimming around in everyone else now. What do 
we do about it?"
"It seems they're all sick because their bodies can't handle the alien influence," Max said. "So we have to 
get rid of the alien DNA in them."
"Not necessarily," Valenti put in. He was pacing around his living room. "Think about it, alien and human 
DNA can coexist. You guys have both."
"That's true," Isabel said. "And if Liz is right, she and Kyle have both had some alien DNA for a while now 
and they've been fine."
"So it's not the DNA we need to target," Maria said. "It's the mutation."
"No, it doesn't work that way," Max said, trying to remember his genetics. "There should be a gene that acts 
as a sort of bridge. It allows the human and the alien to coexist without harming each other. We all must 
have that gene, and Liz and Kyle should have it too."
"So the chemical spill did something to deactivate that gene in Liz," Michael said. "How do we fix it?"
"I go in again and try to heal her," Max said. "Then the CDC can use a sample of Liz's DNA to make a cure 
for the others."
"Then half the people in Roswell will have alien DNA," Valenti said. "Seems kind of appropriate."


"But last time you made Liz even worse!" Maria cried.
"Well, this time I know what to look for," Max replied. "Unless anyone has a better idea?"
He looked around the room. No one said anything. "Okay. I'm going to figure out how to do this. You guys 
figure out how to get me to Liz."
He headed out to Valenti's backyard, needing to be alone. He didn't want to let the others see how 
frightened he was. Maria had a good point. Last time he'd made Liz's illness worse. This time he could kill 
her.
I have no choice, he thought. Liz wouldn't be in this situation if I hadn't put her in it. He sighed heavily. If 
she got through this, he would leave her alone. She wasn't sure she wanted to get back together with him, 
and maybe she was right to feel that way. It seemed that everything he did put Liz in danger, even though 
she was the most important thing to him. So if she still wanted him to back off, he would.
But first he would save her life.
Michael pulled on the pant leg of Kyle's Meta-chem jumpsuit. "This is way too short," he complained to 
Max. "No one will ever believe it's my uniform."
Max shot him an impatient look. "Then fix it," he said.
"I don't know how." Michael tried zapping the fabric with his powers, but he only succeeded in burning a 
tiny hole in the knee.
Max reached over and grabbed the hem of one leg. He ripped the stitching and pulled the hem down. Now 
the leg was only about an inch too short. "Oh," Michael said. He pulled down the hem on the other leg.


"If anyone asks, I'm looking for a job and you're taking me in to meet your boss," Max said.
"Right. And my name is Kyle from Housekeeping," Michael said. "Let's go."
They climbed out of Kyle's pickup, which Valenti had lent them, and walked up to the employee entrance 
of the Meta-chem building. Michael unlocked the door with Kyle's passkey and held the door open for Max 
to enter.
A bored-looking security guard sat at a small desk inside.
"You mind if I bring my friend in for an interview?" Michael asked gruffly.
The guard shrugged. Michael led Max past him, pretending that he knew where they were going. Once they 
were around the corner from the guard, they stopped. Michael pulled out the map Isabel had drawn of 
where the CDC headquarters were. "This way," he said. "It's not far from here."
"I hope that's where Liz is," Max said.
"Only one way to find out. Look sharp." They headed deeper into Meta-chem, and Michael tried not to 
think about what was waiting for them. Because after this, they had no plan. How to find Liz, how to save 
her . . . Max would just have to handle that part.
"Liz? Can you hear me?"
The voice vibrated through Liz's body slowly. It's weird that my metabolism is speeding up when everything else 
feels so much slower, Liz thought. Light hit her eyes in slow-moving waves, and so did sound. Is this what 
the aliens feel like all the time? she wondered. It truly was an alien experience.


"Liz?" It was Maris Wheeler's voice. Some part of Liz knew that. She forced her eyelids to open.
The room was dark. They kept it dark and quiet because they knew what Liz's symptoms were. All in all, 
they'd been pretty nice. Of course, she'd had lots of blood taken, and they did tests frequently. How did they 
get all the medical equipment to Meta-chem so fast? she wondered. They even had an MRI machine.
"You have an MRI," she murmured, trying to focus on Maris's face.
"Yes. My husband is very ill. We treat him here." The voice swam down to Liz through layers of white 
noise— the hum of the monitors she was hooked up to, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights out in the 
hallway, the murmur of voices from the CDC headquarters nearby. If Liz wanted to, she could focus on any 
one of these sounds and block out the others. But that took a lot of energy, and she felt so weak. . . ,
"Liz, do you know why you're here?" Marts asked.
"Because I cleaned up the spill," Liz murmured. "It mutated me."
"That's right." Marts smiled widely. "That's exactly right."
The lights went out. But Liz barely registered that, because the siren that started to ring was so loud that she 
thought the sound would burst her eardrums. There was nothing in the world but that piercing sound, and 
the pain it caused. Pain like nothing Liz had ever felt before; pain she seemed to feel on a molecular level.
"Liz? Can you hear me?" This time the voice was Max's. Liz slowly became aware that the piercing alarm 
sound was gone. The lights were still off.


"What happened?" she whispered.
"Michael pulled the fire alarm. We had to get everyone out of here. They'll be back in a matter of minutes." 
Max was talking very fast. Liz listened to the sound of his voice, but she couldn't follow the words.
"I'm going to try to heal you. It won't be like last time. I'm going to look for one specific gene," Max was 
saying. "This gene turned off, and I need to turn it back on."
Liz was aware of two things: fear and love. She'd never experienced emotions like this before, with her 
whole body. The fear came from somewhere in her spine, sending tiny tremors up through the muscles of 
her back. She was afraid for Max to touch her, because last time it had hurt so much. The love came from 
the pit of her stomach and sent waves of heat radiating through her chest. The love made all the parts of her 
body call out for Max. "Max," she whispered. "I love you. I feel it in every single cell. I can hardly bear 
how much I love you."
"I love you the same way," he told her.
"I know you do," Liz murmured. "You told me about it once, about how we loved each other so much that 
nothing else mattered. We got married and we were happy, but then Tess felt left out—"
"Liz!" Max sounded worried. "Stay with me."
She hated the concern in his voice. She didn't want him to worry. She had to comfort him.
"It's okay, Max," she told him. "I did what you wanted. I made you fall out of love with me, and now the 
future is different."
"What are you talking about?" Max asked. Then he went on quickly. "Never mind. Just focus on me 
touching you."


Then his hand was on her cheek. She felt warmth coming from his hand, but this time there was no pain. 
The warmth traveled throughout her body. It was seeking something, she knew, searching through her cells. 
And then it stopped and turned suddenly cold. The warmth had found what it was looking for. The new 
cold feeling spread out from where it started, filling her body and her mind.
To Liz, it seemed that everything went backward. The sounds of her monitors decreased as if someone had 
turned a giant volume knob in her head. The room, which had been as bright as noon, sunk into darkness. 
Her heartbeat, which had been filling her ears for almost a day now, suddenly became inaudible.
Liz sat up and looked around a small, dark room. Max was watching her. "Are you back?"
She mentally took stock of herself. Sounds were normal, sight was normal. "I'm back," she said. "I feel 
completely fine."
Max reached out again and touched her cheek. "Liz ..."
Then he collapsed.
"Max!" Liz cried.
The door burst open. Michael rushed in, dressed in a tight-fitting jumpsuit. He looked at Liz, then at Max 
lying on the floor. "What happened?"
"He healed me," Liz said. "And then—"
"It drained his energy," Michael interrupted. "I've seen him like this before." He bent down and heaved 
Max onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
"Is he okay?" Liz asked anxiously.
Michael nodded impatiently. "They're coming back," he


said. "You have to explain it somehow." He turned and ran, carrying Max.
Liz took a deep breath and waited. . . .
The door flew open again, and about five doctors stopped in astonishment when they saw her sitting up. Liz 
gave them a smile. Maris Wheeler pushed her way through the doctors and rushed over to Liz. "What hap-
pened?" she asked, taking Liz's hand.
"I'm not exactly sure," Liz said. "I think it was a miracle." And she wasn't even lying.


13
“She's okay?" Alan Sosa asked.
Maris narrowed her eyes at him. "Yes, she's fine. Though how it happened will remain a mystery, at least to 
the CDC."
"What do you mean?" he said. "Surely they studied her afterward."
"Yes, they studied her. They used her DNA to fashion a cure for the rest of the people you infected. I just 
mean that they don't understand what happened—either why it began, or why it ended. There are only two 
of us who know that, Alan. You and me."
He looked paler than usual, she thought. His hand shook as he lifted the cup of coffee her assistant had 
brought him. "I'm done with Meta-chem," he said. "I don't want trouble between us, but I think you'll agree 
that I have more dirt to blackmail you with now than what you have on me. I want to call it even."
"Alan, you spread a dangerous virus around the whole city."


"A virus that you created out of DNA you got from God knows where! I won't let you pin this on me," he 
said. "I didn't want to test that serum on humans and you know it."
"Nevertheless, you did give it to Liz Parker."
"You forced me to!" His shaking was getting more violent. Maris wondered idly what kind of poison her 
assistant had put in the coffee. She herself never liked to know the details of these things. That way the 
assistant could take the fall for it later, if need be.
"Look, you got what you wanted," Alan was saying. "You saw how the serum works in humans—it's a 
disaster. It won't help your husband."
"That's true. I'll have to find the Healer himself. I can't just use his DNA."
"Well, fine," Alan said. He put down the coffee cup and stood. "Just count me out." He took one step 
toward the door, then fell flat on his face, dead.
"I'll do that," Maris said.
"I simply don't understand it," Diane Evans was saying as Isabel entered the kitchen.
"None of us does," her husband, Philip, replied. "But I think the firm will be looking at a lot of business in 
lawsuits from this quarantine."
Isabel poured herself some coffee and tried to act casual. "Hey, Dad, I thought I saw that new lawyer at the 
hospital," she said. "Jesse Something?"
Her father nodded. "Jesse Ramirez."
"When were you at the hospital?" Diane asked.
Isabel gulped her coffee. "Um, I went there because Max was there with Liz."


"Oh, that's right," Diane said. "Poor Liz; she was the first one sick."
"There's another lawsuit waiting to happen," Philip put in. "I should give Liz's father a call—he's going to 
be sued by everyone who got sick at the Crashdown. He'll need a good lawyer."
"What about Jesse?" Isabel blurted out, trying to keep the conversation on track. "He had a heart attack, 
they said."
"A heart attack!" Diane exclaimed. "Why, he can't be more than twenty-six!"
"He's fine now," Philip told her. "His symptoms completely reversed themselves. He told me the doctors 
said that if they hadn't seen the attack themselves, they wouldn't have even been able to tell he'd had a heart 
attack."
"But does that mean he'll have one later on?" Isabel asked, still worried. "When he's older?"
Philip shook his head. "They ran some tests, can't even find a single warning sign of congenital heart 
disease. And it runs in his family. It seems that whatever they used to cure him actually reversed the genetic 
weakness entirely."
Max's DNA, Isabel thought. It's his healing power, working correctly this time. She smiled. No one in 
Roswell really understood what had happened—the CDC had taken samples of Liz's DNA, found an 
anomaly, and used it to create a sort of vaccine. Only Isabel and her friends knew that Liz's DNA had been 
changed by Max, and that's what had saved them all. "So Jesse is okay?" she asked.
Her parents both looked at her in surprise.
"Yes, he's fine," Philip replied. "I never knew you paid so much attention to my employees and their 
health."


Isabel gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm just looking out for my dad," she chirped. Nothing could ruin her 
good mood now—Jesse was back to normal!
"So your mom will be okay?" Sadie asked as she loaded a duffel bag full of Marias old clothes into the car. 
The city-wide quarantine had been lifted as of this morning, and Sadie and her dad were on their way back 
to Arizona.
Maria nodded. "They all will. Liz says they gave everyone the medicine they made from her DNA, and all 
of those diseases reversed course immediately. Its like everyone was miraculously cured at once. Wild, 
huh?"
Her dad shrugged. "I'd forgotten that about Roswell."
"What?"
"All the weird stuff that happens here," he said. "Everyone gets sick with hereditary diseases they probably 
didn't know they had. And then, boom! They're all better and the genes carrying those diseases are gone. 
It's like some giant lab experiment."
If only you knew how right you are, Maria thought. "Was it always like that?" she said out loud.
"Yeah," Richard answered. "There used to be strange murders, and unexplained lights in the sky, and plant 
life that had unidentifiable DNA. You'd read about it in the paper. But every time something weird would 
happen, it would just go away a little while later. Nobody ever got an explanation."
Maria grinned. "I guess that's one thing that will never change."
Her father smiled back. "Well, I guess we'd better get going," he said.


"Yeah, I have to get over to Meta-chem to pick up my mom." Maria turned to Sadie and opened her arms.
"I'm gonna miss you," Sadie said with a sniffle as she threw herself into Maria's embrace.
"You have my e-mail," Maria told her little sister. "We might not see each other for a while, but you can 
keep in touch that way."
Sadie looked up into Maria's eyes. "And we'll always be friends, right?"
"Right," Maria told her. She felt a pricking at the back of her own eyes. It's amazing how attached I've 
gotten to her in just a jew days, she thought. She kissed Sadie's cheek and pulled open the passenger door. 
Sadie climbed into the car and shut the door.
Maria turned to her father, knowing that they couldn't keep pretending nothing was wrong.
"Maria," he said. "I know we're not exactly on good terms—"
"Dad, listen," Maria said. "I can hardly believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad that I know where you are and 
that you're okay. And I'm glad you had Sadie, because she's amazing."
"I sense a 'but' coming," Richard said sadly.
"But I'm just not ready to say everything is okay between us," Maria went on. "Because of you, I've spent 
my whole life feeling worthless. I can't get over that so eas-ily."
"Okay," her father said quietly.
"Mom has been my mother and my father for ten years now," Maria said. "And I take her for granted. I'm 
going to try to make my relationship with her better. Then maybe


I'll want to make a new relationship with you. I just can't do them both right now. I've given this a lot of 
thought, and I'm not trying to punish you."
"I understand that, Maria," Richard said. "For the record, I'd like to be involved in your life. But I'll leave 
the time frame up to you. Please promise me you'll at least think about it."
Maria took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll think about it."
Her father gave her a long, serious look. "I do love you, Maria," he said. Then he turned and climbed into 
the car.
Maria watched them pull away from the house. Half of her wanted to run after the car, and the other half of 
her hoped she would never see him again.
"You okay?"
She turned to see Michael standing in the doorway of her house. Maria let out a little sob, and instantly 
Michael rushed over to hold her.
Maria buried her face in his chest and let the tears flow for a minute. Then she took a deep breath. "I'll be 
all right," she said shakily.
"Good." Michael released her.
"When did you get here?" she asked.
"A few minutes ago. I came in the back; I didn't want to interrupt you guys. I don't think your father likes 
me."
Maria laughed.
"You know, your mother doesn't like me either," Michael joked.
"Who cares?" Maria said. "I like you just fine."
Liz walked slowly down the stairs to the Crashdown. She'd been home for a full day, but this was the first 
time


her father was letting her get out of bed. She hadn't minded the rest, actually. The strange symptoms of her 
sickness were completely gone, but her body still felt exhausted. She pushed open the swinging door to the 
dining room.
"Surprise!"
Liz gasped and jumped. A little crowd of people had gathered in the Crashdown: Max and Michael, Maria 
and her mom, Kyle and Valenti, and her own parents. "Hey, everyone," she said.
"Here's the girl with the magic genes," Amy teased, giving Liz a hug. "Are you as happy to be out of Meta-
chem as I am?"
"You know it," Liz replied. "I'm never going back there, scholarship or not."
"Me either," Kyle put in. "I called my boss and quit this morning. I've seen enough of that place to last 
forever."
"And I won't mind having you home where I can see you for a while," Valenti said, punching his son on the 
arm.
"I'll second that," Maria joked, punching her mother on the arm.
"Who wants brunch?" Jeff Parker asked, heading toward the kitchen. "It may be a while before the Board 
of Health lets us reopen, but I can serve you all cold cereal."
"That's just what I'm here to talk to you about," Maris Wheeler said from the doorway.
Liz jumped. She hadn't even heard the bell ring. Maris made her way over to the counter. "I hope you don't 
mind the intrusion," she said. "I wanted to make sure Liz was feeling better."


"I am. Thanks, Ms. Wheeler," Liz told her.
"I keep telling you, call me Maris," she corrected with a smile. "Liz, I have some news. The CDC's 
investigation has determined that the chemical spill in Dr. Sosa's lab was responsible for creating a 
mutation in your DNA that led to the virus. Somehow you must have infected the water you were carrying, 
and then the water spread it to everyone else."
"That's just what you thought it was," Max said, smiling at Liz.
"Well, there's a reason she's going to be a brilliant scientist," Maris said. "They still haven't figured out 
exactly what was in that substance you touched. Dr. Sosa didn't turn it over to the CDC, unfortunately. We 
were clearly very wrong to trust him with such sensitive research—he was using our labs to conduct his 
own studies on who knows what."
"I never did quite trust him," Liz admitted.
"He's been fired, needless to say," Maris told her. "So I'm afraid we won't have a job for you this summer, 
Liz. The scholarship money is still yours, of course."
"That's a relief," Jeff said.
"Oh, Mr. Parker, I have news for you, too," Maris went on, turning to him. "Since this virus was created at 
Meta-chem, I've spoken to the CDC on your behalf. We take full responsibility for what happened; your 
restaurant can hardly be blamed for Liz spreading a disease she didn't know she had. The Board of Health 
will want to do a routine inspection, but after that you should be free to open again."
Liz watched her father's face break into a huge grin.


"Thank you, Ms. Wheeler," he said. "I can't tell you how happy that makes me."
"It's the least I can do," Maris said. "I'll let you all get back to your celebration."
"Wow." Liz watched her go with a smile. "She must be the most honest CEO ever."
Isabel locked the front door behind her and started down the sidewalk. She was supposed to meet up with 
her friends at the Crashdown. It was a show of support for the Parkers, because everyone was blaming them 
for the recent epidemic. It was common knowledge that the virus had been spread through the Crashdown.
Just another example of our human friends having to take the blame for something alien, she thought 
guiltily.
A car slowed down in the street next to her. Isabel ignored it.
Someone whistled at her from the car. She ignored that, too. Why were men always such pigs?
"Hey, Isabel!"
She stopped and turned toward the car. Jesse was at the wheel. "Jesse!" she cried. "I'm so glad you're 
okay!"
"One hundred percent," he replied. "Get in before someone sees us together."
She got in. "Thank God you're feeling better," Isabel said as Jesse drove around the block. "When I saw 
you at the hospital—"
"I know, it was freaky," he said. "I mean, I knew heart disease ran in my family, but I'm too young to have 
a heart attack!"


Isabel looked down at her hands. "But you're too old to be with me. Right?"
"That's why I came to find you," Jesse said. He pulled over to the curb and parked. Then he turned in his 
seat to look at Isabel. "Being sick like that got me thinking. Life's too short to care about stupid things like 
a little age difference."
Isabel smiled hopefully. "You mean—"
"I mean I think I'm falling in love with you, Isabel," he said, taking her hand. "And if you want to take 
things slow and not tell your family about us yet, that's fine with me. In fact, I think it's kind of fun 
sneaking around with you."
Isabel felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Jesse, I was so miserable. 
You were sick and I couldn't even comfort you."
"You can comfort me now," he murmured. Then he kissed her, and Isabel forgot all about their problems.
"There's still one thing I don't understand," Max said into Liz's hair. They lay cuddled together on her bed 
that evening.
"What?"
"Kyle said you found alien cells in Dr. Sosa's lab, before there was any chemical spill or any virus."
He felt Liz stiffen. '"That's right. I'd forgotten about that," she said.
"You didn't tell me about it," Max added softly.
Liz sat up and looked him in the eye. "I was avoiding you."
"I know," he said. "Why?"


"Because you're still hung up on finding your son. I thought I wasn't your top priority."
Max didn't know what to say. Liz was definitely his top priority here on Earth. But he did have to find his 
son; that was his responsibility as a parent. "Do you mean I have to choose between you and my son?"
"It's hard for me to get used to the fact that you have a son," Liz said. "But now I know it doesn't mean that 
you don't love me. When you were healing me at Meta-chem, I could feel how strong your love was. I don't 
know how to handle all this stuff with your son, Max. I'm going to have to think about that some more."
"But you're going to stop avoiding me?" he asked.
She pressed her lips to his. "Oh, yes," she answered.
Max held her silently for a moment. There was something else he wanted to ask her, but he wasn't sure if he 
should.
"What are you thinking about?" Liz asked.
Max smiled. She could always tell when something was bothering him. "Something you said before I 
healed you," he replied. "I was wondering what you meant. But I think you were just delirious."
Liz sat up and looked at him. "I told you I love you."
"Yes. But you also said something about getting married and making me fall out of love with you."
Liz paled. "I guess I was delirious. I shouldn't have told you about that. I don't know if I can talk to you 
about it."
"About what?"
She searched his face. "About this . . . thing that happened last year. An alien thing."
Now Max sat up too. "You have to tell me," he said simply


"Okay." Liz bit her lip. "Well, one day you came to me. But it wasn't you. I mean, it was you . . . from the 
future."
Maybe she's still delirious, Max thought. "Um, what?" he said aloud.
"Max, just hear me out. You came back from the future. You said the Granilith could be used for time 
travel."
Max didn't know what to think. The Granilith was gone, and he'd never known much about how it worked.
"You said we were happy and we were married, but it made Tess feel abandoned, so she left. But you 
needed her—all four of you needed to be together. There was a threat to Earth, and you needed Tess but 
she wasn't there."
Max was doubtful. He hated Tess so much lately that he couldn't imagine ever needing her.
"You told me I had to change what happened," Liz went on. "You said I had to make sure you fell out of 
love with me so that you would turn to Tess. That way, she'd never leave. You said I had to change the 
future."
Suddenly Max understood. He felt as if all the air had left his lungs. "Kyle," he whispered. "You pretended 
to sleep with him. You knew I'd catch you."
Liz's eyes were brimming with tears. "I had to make you stop loving me," she said sadly. "It was the only 
way I could think of."
Max was stunned. He couldn't get his mind around what Liz was telling him. Well, except for one part. "I 
didn't stop loving you," he said, tears pricking at his own eyes. "There is no way I ever could stop, no 
matter what you did. You're in my blood, Liz, you're part of me. I will love you forever." He pulled her into 
his arms and held her tightly, pressing her against him. "I thought you didn't care


about me anymore. I thought you wanted me to be with Tess," he said. "And all that time you were just 
trying to help me?"
Liz nodded. "You said it would mean the end of the world if Tess left. I was only trying to do the right 
thing."
Max closed his eyes and just breathed in the scent of her hair. "Of course you were," he whispered. "That's 
who you are. That's why I love you."
He hated to think of how she must have felt all those months while he was dating Tess. He'd thought Liz 
had moved on first, that she didn't love him at all. But in reality her heart must have been breaking every 
time she'd seen them together. "How can you even be here with me when all I do is hurt you?" Max asked. 
"I don't mean to, but I always seem to end up causing you pain."
Liz pulled back so that she could look him in the eye. "You do hurt me," she agreed. "But you also heal me. 
You saved my life at the Crashdown two years ago. And you just saved my life again. When you were 
healing me, Max, I felt how afraid you were to lose me. I know how much I mean to you."
He kissed her softly, just taking in the amazing feel of her in his arms. "I can't believe you loved me all that 
time," he said. "But what about Tess?"
Liz stiffened. "What about her?"
"Well, she's gone," Max pointed out. "Didn't you say we had to keep her from leaving or something 
horrible would happen?"
"Yes," Liz said. "But it might be okay. We changed the time line—things haven't happened the way they 
would have before. Maybe it will work out differently."


Max wasn't sure what to think—how could he plan for some giant disaster that might never materialize? "I 
guess we'll just have to put it on our list of possible threats," he said, trying to lighten the mood. 
"Somewhere between the government finding out about us and global warming."
"Guess so," Liz replied with a smile.
They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment. Max sighed happily. "So you don't have feelings for 
Kyle?" he asked.
Liz burst out laughing. "Kyle?"
"Well, you two did pretend to sleep together. And you were pretty close at Meta-chem. Plus, you told him 
about the alien cells in the lab."
Liz frowned suddenly. "Why were those cells there?" she said. "Do you think Dr. Sosa was using them for 
his research? Do you think he knows about you guys?"
Max pulled her back into his arms. "Ms. Wheeler said he destroyed all his research. If he had alien cells, he 
must have destroyed them too."
"I guess we'll never know what he was doing with them," Liz murmured.
"We'll keep an eye out for him," Max told her. "Just add him to our list of threats too."
"Yeah," Liz said. "I wonder where he is."
Maris watched as the last drum of medical waste was sealed shut. "These are disposed of by incineration, 
right?" she asked the technician.
The technician nodded. "We take them down to the basement and burn them, then the residue is kept in an 
airtight container, We can't take any chances with this stuff."


"1 agree," Maris said.
She watched impassively as the dram containing Alan Sosa's body was carted away with the rest of the 
waste. I'm lucky these science types don't have many friends, she thought. So far no one had questioned her story 
about Dr. Sosa skipping town, and she didn't expect that anyone ever would.
Maris walked slowly down the Meta-chem hallway to the room where they kept her elderly husband. 
Clayton was hooked up to about twenty different machines. He couldn't talk because of the tube in his 
mouth, but the expression in his eyes was as sharp as ever.
"1 have a new scientist working on the DNA from Liz Parker's blood," Maris told him. "His name is Dr. 
Farrell. 1 lured him away from the CDC."
Clayton smiled with satisfaction.
"Don't worry, darling," Maris cooed. "Sooner or later, we'll figure out the secrets of the Healer."                
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