me to come to Hollywood with him. He says he's going to get me acting lessons and train me to use my powers fully. He keeps saying I remind him of a young David Duchovny. He's going to put me up at his mansion " Maria's eyes went wide. «What? Langley is gay? I've heard about this with that one producer guy. He hired young guys as his pool boys and then turned them into stars, but they were really his boy-toys all along the way.» Now it was Michael's turn to be incredulous. «Who said Langley was gay? I'm not Maria, what are you thinking? I swear, sometimes you can be the most insufferable jumpto-conclusions person I have ever known.» Maria crossed her arms in front of her chest. «Well, what am I supposed to think? At this highly emotional time, you announce you're running off to Hollywood without me and going to work for Langley. And meanwhile, I'll sit here and rot away in Roswell and end up going from waitressing to a job at the cheese factory until I " Michael clapped a hand over Maria's mouth as softly but as firmly as he could. «Maria, shut up. Just listen for once.» He saw her eyes narrow, and then finally her body language signaled that she was calming down. «Maria, you have been the only constant positive thing in my life for the last few years. Even when we've been fighting, or throwing accusations at each other, I always knew one thing for sure and that's that I love you.» He paused, and repeated himself. «I love you. And I want you to come to Hollywood with me. I played Langley your demo tape, and he loved it. He wants you to record an album. Your album. Your way.» He took his hand away, and when it looked as if she was going to say something, he put his finger back over her lips. «Maria, I know I'm not perfect. I probably wasn't anything like perfect even back on Antar. And I know I'll never be the kind of man you want to grow old with. But I want to keep trying.» Maria stared at him for a moment in silence, then moved his finger away from her mouth. «You're wrong about that, Michael Guerin. I think you can be the kind of man I want to grow old with.» Then Maria smirked. «But until then, I can live with you being the kind of alien I want to grow old with.» «Are you certain that's what you want to do?» Max asked. «Yeah, Max," Isabel said. «Jesse and I want to live in Boston. He's doing well there with his practice, and I could really use a change of scene.» Max was bemused. Just over a year ago he had forbidden Isabel to leave Roswell, and had threatened to drag her back here if she ever tried. Things had been very tense then, with the iron fist of the government closing inexorably around them. Now, their future seemed wide open, and keeping the Royal Four together simply didn't seem as important as it had back then. «Do you really think we'll be safe there, Max?» asked Jesse, standing at Isabel's side. «I can't see the future," Max said. «Not even Liz can do that anymore. I know that those alien-tracking ken-teejs got whammied along with the Special Unit, so hostile aliens will have a harder time finding us. If we're not all clustered in one spot, they'll have an even harder time. Still, I expect more danger to crop up for us from time to time.» He paused, and looked over at Michael and the others. «And if anybody does come after us again someday… well, I think our recent experiences have made it pretty clear that we can be pretty darned tough when we need to be. In the meantime, there's no point living in fear.» Diane Evans came over and grabbed Max by the arm. «Come on, Max. It's time to take some pictures.» She gestured to Isabel and Jesse. «You, too. Everybody in these shots.» «Okay, Mom," Max said with a sigh. He was grateful that his parents and Liz's had bounced back from their Special Unit ordeal without suffering any visible scars. As Langley's photographers checked their equipment, everyone gathered in front of the Crashdown. Max and Liz stood in the center, flanked by Isabel and Jesse on one side, and Michael and Maria on the other. On the outside of the group were their parents, and on the far periphery were Jim Valenti and Amy DeLuca, along with Kyle and Ava. Max glanced over at Liz, who looked positively resplendent in her wedding dress. He could tell that she had been crying recently, but as she looked up at him, he could see nothing but happiness and love in her eyes. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful woman, Max thought, a warm glow suffusing him. He looked over at his sister and Michael who may as well have been his brother and was glad to have known them not just in one lifetime, but in two. All the others there had also been instrumental in bringing him and Liz to this moment. He knew he could never repay the sacrifices that Jim Valenti, Kyle, or Maria had made. He knew the way the Evanses had raised him and the way the Parkers had raised Liz had shaped what they had both become far more than had any preordained fate. And he knew, too, that Ava, who had been his wife back on that other world in that other life had let him go so that he could be with the true soul mate to whom he belonged in the here-and-now. Max smiled as the camera flashes strobed, and for a second he saw someone else there: Alex Whitman seemed to be smiling at him, only to vanish in a subsequent burst of light. Underneath the neon sign of the Crashdown Cafe, Max turned and kissed Liz, and everyone began to applaud. October 12 This is my first entry in this new journal. I'm Liz Evans, and five days ago, my life changed… Five days ago, I finally legally married Maxwell Evans, the man I love, the man I feel I was destined to be with. Destiny is a strange word to use, given Max's past. And yet, despite all the things that were programmed into him, all the things he was supposed to be, he came to love me. Knowing Max has changed my life, physically, mentally, emotionally. He is living proof that something more than humanity exists in the universe. And yet, despite his halfalien DNA and his mysterious origins, he is fully and completely human. Most of the others have left Roswell to discover their own destinies, and to find their own ways in the world. Max and I are now on our honeymoon for real, this time and we're traveling the country. Just the two of us, together. No one chasing us, and no one sharing our vehicle or our hotel room. We're committed to spending our time just being in love. Along the way, I expect we'll also do some good in the world, like we'd planned to do before. And maybe those people for whom we do good will pass that good along. Maybe we'll all do our part to make the world a little bit better. I was once Liz Parker, and I died and was brought back to a life of peril and adventure, of sadness and happiness, but mostly a life of hope. Now I'm Liz Evans. With Roswell behind me, I'm looking forward to seeing all the roads that Max and I will travel in life, together. About the authors Andy Mangels is the coauthor of Roswelclass="underline" Skeletons in the Closet and Roswelclass="underline" Pursuit, with Michael A. Martin, as well as a number of Star Trek novels, e-books, and comicbook projects. Flying solo, he is also the author of Animation on DVD: The Ultimate Guide, as well as the best-selling book Star Wars: The Essential Guide to Characters, plus Beyond Mulder and Scully: The Mysterious Characters of The X-Files and From Scream to Dawson's Creek: The Phenomenal Career of Kevin Williamson. Mangels has written for The Hollywood Reporter, The Advocate, Just Out, Cinescape, Gauntlet, Dreamwatch, Sci-Fi Universe, SFX, Anime Invasion, Outweek, Frontiers, Portland Mercury, Comics Buyer's Guide, and scores of other entertainment and lifestyle magazines. He has also written licensed material based on properties of Lucasfilm, Paramount, New Line Cinema, Universal Studios, Warner Bros., Microsoft, Abrams-Gentile, and Platinum Studios. His comic-book work has been published by DC Comics, Marvel Comics, Dark Horse, Wildstorm, Image, Innovation, WaRP Graphics, Topps, MVCreations, and others, and he was the editor of the award-winning Gay Comics anthology for eight years. He has also written DVD supplemental material and liner notes for Anchor Bay. In what little spare time he has, he likes to country dance, and collect uniforms and Wonder Woman memorabilia. He lives in Portland, Oregon, with his longtime partner, Don Hood, and their dog, Bella. Visit his Web site at www.andymangels.com.