Audra heard a dull murmur. She looked over to see her fiancé, James Conway, turn over in their bed.

“Audra, honey? I think you need to sleep.”

“I know. I’ll be there… eventually.”

“No,” he said, firmly but gently. “You need to sleep. Now. You haven’t slept in days. I haven’t slept in days.”

“I’m sorry, James, but -- ”

“No ‘buts.’ Just come to sleep.”

Audra sighed, and closed her notebooks. “Okay,” she sighed.

Audra slipped under the covers, as James wrapped his arms around her.

A few minutes passed.

“Audra? Are you still up?”

“Yeah…”

“What are you thinking about?”

Audra kept silent. She wasn’t really in the mood to talk to James about what she had really been thinking about. “The wedding…” she lied.

“Oh.” She heard something strange in James’ voice, but she couldn’t trace it. Was it fear? Uncertainty? Resentment?

“Well, I should start planning things soon,” she began.

“Do you want me to get a planner or something?”

“No. I can do it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Soon, James was off to sleep. Audra wasn’t sure what was going on. It was like something was waking up inside of her. She was feeling things she hadn’t felt, but yet they seemed so familiar. Something seemed wrong, but she couldn’t place it.

She mulled over her troubling thoughts, and finally fell to sleep.

*****

Max Evans stared out the window. It was as if the pain had hit him just today. It never diminished.

Ever since he lost his wife, Liz, things had never been the same. It wasn’t as if they had been “normal,” and “typical” before. But he didn’t think it was possible to love someone so much -- and yet, he had loved Liz even more than that. And she had loved him that much too.

Ever since the fateful day she had been taken away from him, he hadn’t been the same. He hadn’t slept well, ate well… lived well. Every day was pure torture.

The only reason he was able to live was for their daughter, Anna Lisa. She was a living and breathing reminder of Liz. She was only two, but the resemblance was uncanny. She was a beautiful child -- dark, silky chestnut-colored hair, big, shy eyes and the most endearing smile… All Anna Lisa had to do was smile, and Max was cheered at the sight.

Max didn’t know yet if Anna had his powers, but he was guessing she wouldn’t be completely without them. He was glad he was there to care for her. He wouldn’t know what to do if she was all alone. He didn’t want to think about her ever being alone.

Max hadn’t been in contact with anyone from Roswell in years. Even his sister. The last he’d heard, she was working second rate acting jobs in Hollywood. He’d only talked to Michael, once, and that was just after Anna was born. At that time, Michael was a starving artist in New York. He had broken things off with Maria early -- way back in high school. Max had no idea what she was doing, and he had guessed Alex had gone to college out east somewhere. But, Max had never been close to either Maria or Alex, so he didn’t really know.

He was all alone.

Max was currently in medical school, but being a single parent and trying to become a doctor, as well as working part time to pay for the rent, was one of the hardest things he could think of.

Max knew he should head to sleep. It was past midnight. He would have to get up early the next day.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt a flash. He hadn’t had one in years. He couldn’t see anything exactly, but what he felt shocked him. It was as if Liz had been there. That wasn’t uncommon -- he had hallucinations about Liz all the time. But, unlike before, it seemed that she was actually with him.

Max shook it off. He was obviously becoming delirious. He needed to sleep.