“It was just a dream, Maxwell. Get over it.” Was what Michael would have dismissed it as but for Max it wasn’t so easy. He guessed it was just instinct but he felt something was wrong.

Across the sleeping town of Roswell, New Mexico, Liz Parker bolted awake as a shooting pain ripped through her stomach. Blood seeped through her t-shirt in the exact place she had been shot over a year ago. And all Liz could do was quietly cry out to Max.

-x-x-x-x-

“Maria, have you seen . . .”

“. . . Liz today? God Max, I can read you like a book! No I haven’t seen her yet. But then again she’s only five minutes late for school.”

“I know it’s just that I had a dream last night . . . .”

“. . . and you just wanted to make sure she was alright? Told ya easy to read ya! I am sure she’s fine, but if she’s not here in 10 minutes then we’ll start to worry ok?”

-x-x-x-x-

The bleeding had stopped but Liz wasn’t sure for how long. Some how she needed to get to Max.

“thump,” someone hit the window.

“Liz, are you here?” a voice cried out from the balcony.

“Max! Help, please Max!” That was all she could say before she doubled over in pain clutching her bloody wound.

Max focused his energy on the window lock and raised his hand. Slowly the lock clicked round, unlocking the window allowing him to see his love lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Carefully, Max picked Liz up and placed her on the bed. She was unconscious now and her face was full of pain. Max waved his hand over her body trying to find the source of her pain and was shocked to realise it was where she had been shot downstairs in the Crashdown a year ago.

He put his hand on her stomach reproducing the silver handprint that had caused Liz to find out the truth about him, Isabel and Michael. Slowly her eyes opened to find Max’s’ soulful eyes staring worriedly back at her.

“Max, what happened to m. . .”