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 She came out of the bathroom, stopping in the doorway to watch him. He didn't know she was there, which pleased her...he was always more himself when he felt he wasn't being observed. Not that he wasn't himself around her; he could never truly hide his feelings from her. He just seemed to let those nagging questions surface when he didn't think anyone knew he had them.
“It's okay you know, you made the right choice…it's time to go home. It's for the best, no matter how it turns out.”
“How do you do that? You just…I don't know…” He turned around to look at her. She walked across the room and set their things from the bathroom on the bed, then looked up at him.
“Look into your soul? You only have yourself to blame for that you know.” Standing on her tip toes she reaches up to kiss his cheek.
“Myself? How do you figure?” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulls her up to him.
“Well, if you hadn't saved my life, I would have never been able to see into your soul.” Her eyes were serious; she remembers that day every day of her life.
“If I hadn't saved your life that day, I wouldn't have a soul left to see into…”
 “Well Spaceboy, what are you going to do once we get back home?” Maria was checking the closet to make sure they had everything.
“I wonder if I can get my old job back…I kinda left without any notice…” Looking in the mirror he put a stray hair back in place. “And since we were kinda responsible for my other job burning down, I don't think it holds any potential.”
“I know the owner of your old job; I'll put in a good word for you.” She winked at him.
“Huh, you left with just as much notice as I did. Maybe the owner's daughter can help. I'm just wondering where I'm going to live…I don't think my old landlord saved my place for me.” Walking over to Maria, he helps her get something from the top shelf of the closet. She turns around and takes hold of his shirt.
“I think we can make arrangements for you. I happen to have a very understanding landlord.” She kisses him on the cheek.
“I seem to recall a few comments from that landlord not too long ago.” Picking up the suitcase he puts it on the bed.
“Well, that was only because we had her Jetta and were heading across the state line, again. I think she's over it by now.”
He gave her a skeptical look. “We'll see.”
It was hard to believe that in a matter of one or two days they would be back walking the streets of their hometown. Kyle reached to pick up the last of his stuff off the bed, and then put it in his duffle bag. Home. The best thing he ever heard.
Isabel picked up Jesse's picture, “Maybe we can finally get things back on track…maybe we really can have a marriage.” Wiping the tear from her eye, she gently places his picture in her suitcase. Would he be willing to give up his new job and everything that went with it? Did he love her that much? “I hope so.” She said to her reflection.
They met in the parking lot, eagerness to hit the road showed in every face. Max, Michael and Kyle loaded the bags, it was one of their travel traditions that none of them would miss. The girls checked to make sure they had enough stuff in the cooler to last most of the day. “Do we have enough Tabasco to last until we get home…oh that does sound wonderful.” They all grinned at the thought of their parents' faces when they knocked on their doors.
“We should be fine until we get back. Does anyone know how we're going to handle telling them, do we just show up and hope they don't drop over with a heart attack?” Maria could just imagine her mother's face.
“We have a long way to go…we'll have plenty of time to figure it out.” Max was climbing into the driver's seat. Liz took her usual place; it was one of the few things she would miss about being on the road, always being next to him. Once they returned to the real world, they would have to be like all the other married couples, paying their way in life. But that was good too; they could finally be on their own.
“Does everyone have all their stuff?” Looking behind him he sees the happy faces of his family,
“Then look out Roswell! Here we come…”
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