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 Sometime after dinner, Max corners Michael. The house is quiet and everyone has retired for the night.
"We have to leave early," says Max. "We need to get to The Boneyard while it's still dark."
"Oh, man, don't tell me we're out here to dig up some bones."
"No, that's not it at all," says Max.
"What's the Boneyard?" asks Michael.
"We need to pick up something there," says Max.
"Like what?" says Michael.
Max looks down the hall.
"Something from home," says Max.
"Well, I have a little something, too," says Michael, pulling a book from the back of his pants.
"What's that?" asks Max.
"Grandpa Dupree's diary," he says.
Liz and Maria go upstairs to one of the bedrooms.
"Spill," says Maria. "What have you and Max been up to?"
"Nothing," says Liz. "We stole a jeep from Eagle Rock and drove west as we planned. ... and ... Max got shot ..."
"Max got shot?"
"It was nothing really. He fixed it."
"Does this have something to do with the accident on Rte. 10?"
Liz nods.
"You could have been killed! Then what?"
"I think we lost them after that and we drove to Arizona. ..."
"And ... "
Liz blushes.
"Okay, you and Max made love. Isabel told Michael. Was it good?"
"Maria? What do you mean Isabel told Michael?"
"Okay, okay, okay! Details later! Someone's coming!"
"Maria, you just can't say something like that ..."
There's a knock at the door. Liz and Maria exchange looks.
"Maria, it's Michael."
Maria opens the door.
"You wanna trade?" asks Michael.
Maria looks at Liz, then back at Michael.
"Sorry, babe!" says Maria to Liz and leaves with Michael.
Max enters the room.
"You don't mind, do you?"
She looks at Max and says, "Why should I mind?"
There's a soft tap at Michael and Maria's door.
"Go away," says Maria, snuggling closer to Michael.
"Maria, it's Liz. It's time to go," she says.
"Noooo, it can't be," Maria says. "It's too soon."
"I'm coming in."
Michael is just waking.
"Where's Max?" he asks.
"He's waking Isabel and Kyle."
"Come on. Get up. There's not much time."
Michael gets out of bed and it takes a second for Liz to realize he's nude. She blushes and turns around.
"I'll wait for you guys outside."
"Epic," says Michael.
Maria cuffs him off the side of the head.
"You did that deliberately."
As they exit the house, Michael leaves a note on the table addressed to Laurie. They cram in the convertible, Max and Liz up front, the others in the back. When they get to the bottom of the drive, Michael uses his powers to open the gate. They head for the highway and follow the road south, away from Tucson.
"So how far is this place?" asks Michael.
"I'm not sure," says Max.
"You're not sure?"
"I have some directions."
"Are they good?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?" says Isabel. "We're out in the middle of the night and you don't know."
"Do you even know what this place is?" asks Kyle.
"Yes, I do," says Max.
"So what is it?" asks Michael.
The dark-suited man deplanes the Lear jet. It's still dark and he hopes they're in time to catch them all at the Dupree mansion. He's read the briefs on the plane and knows Laurie was the girl kidnapped by the late Grant Sorenson. Agt. Duff killed him when he tried to kidnap her again. It turns out the Dupree girl happens to be a long lost relative of the orphaned Michael Guerin. Coincidental? A couple of agents meet him inside.
"We're ready to rock 'n' roll," he says.
Max cuts the lights on the convertible as they approach The Boneyard.
"What the hell?" says Michael.
"What is this place?" asks Isabel.
"It's a graveyard for old airplanes," says Max. "They have some old B-52s from WWII ... and B-39s and lots more."
"What are we doing here?" asks Liz.
"We're taking back something that belongs to us," says Max.
"You don't mean ..." says Michael.
"Our ship," says Max. "It's here."
"Max, the ship was in pieces when they found it," says Liz.
"No, one ship was in pieces," he said, "There's another."
"Another?" asks Isabel.
"Yes."
"How do you know this?" asks Maria.
"I copied some of the classified documents Milton had collected in his files. There's some eyewitness accounts from mechanics who work here, MPs ..."
"Wait, you mean there are military police here?" asks Kyle.
"Yes," says Max. "They patrol regularly."
"I don't like this," says Maria.
"Max, do you know what you're doing?" asks Liz.
"The ship is supposed to be located on the far end of the field."
"These people who claimed to have seen the ship," asks Liz, "how long ago was it?"
"About eight years," he says, lowering his head.
"That's a long time," says Maria.
"How big is this place, Maxwell?" asks Michael. Max looks at Michael. Michael has his answer from the look in Max's eyes.
"Pretty big."
"How do we do if it even works?" asks Isabel.
"We don't," says Max, "but we have to find out."
"This seems a bit risky, Max," says Liz.
"The military never figured out how it works because there's no normal means of propulsion," says Max.
"And if it works?" says Kyle.
"I intend to fly it out of here."
"To where?" asks Liz.
"To the Pod Chamber. If the Granilith could be hidden there, then so can this ship. Or wherever it takes us."
"You're mad," says Maria.
"It's a way home," says Max.
Liz stares at Max. Max's sudden interest in home disturbs her.
"Sometime," says Max, "I don't know when ... we're going to have to deal with home ... and Tess."
Liz shifts uncomfortably, but she knows Max is right.
"We have to be prepared."
Liz nods.
"You know my position," says Michael.
"Then so am I," says Maria. "I'm in."
Isabel nods.
"When's the party start?" asks Kyle.
Agents arrive at the Dupree mansion, disable the security doors and enter the compound. They pound on the front door. "FBI".
Juanita opens the door.
"FBI," says the dark-suited man, "We have a warrant to search the place."
Aunt Mary comes down the stairs, Laurie behind her.
"What do you want?" she says.
"We have reason to believe you are hiding fugitives from the law," says the dark-suited man.
"Really! We'd do no such thing," says Aunt Mary.
"What do you want?" asks Laurie.
"Do you know a Michael Guerin?" he asks.
"Is that what you're here for? That boy? I knew he was trouble," says Aunt Mary.
"You know him?"
"Unfortunately ... he's a distant relative ... very distant," she says. "He's gone, they left hours ago."
"They?"
"He and his friends, in a black convertible."
"Aunt Mary," says Laurie.
"Now, honey, you know we can't obstruct the law."
"Do you know where they were going?" asks the man.
"Michael said they were passing through," says Laurie.
"Maybe they're heading for Mexico," Aunt Mary says.
The dark-suited man frowns.
"Thank you, ladies," he says. "Sorry to disturb your sleep."
"Please call if there is anything else we can do," she says.
"Let's do it," says Michael. Maria and Isabel take the bags from the trunk while Kyle straps on the backpack.
Liz drains the electrical charge from the electrical fence before Max cuts a whole through it with his powers as Michael watches for the military police. One by one they sneak into the graveyard and dart in and out from behind the planes until the come to this one strange-looking craft with no wings, no windows.
"This is it," says Max.
"How do we get in?" asks Liz.
"From below, I think," he says.
"You don't know?" asks Isabel.
Max and Michael crawl underneath.
"Keep your eyes open," says Max.
Isabel, Kyle, Maria and Liz watch the perimeters.
"Any luck?" says Kyle.
"No ... wait," says Michael, "Max, I think I've got it."
As Michael's hand nears the metal, a silver handprint emerges. He waves his hand over it and a hatch slides open.
" I've got it," he says. "Let's go."
They all crawl underneath the craft and slip inside. Michael enters last and closes the hatch.
"Whoa," says Kyle. "This is a trip."
The interior has a central core. It's very sleek, very utilitarian.
"All the comforts of home," says Michael.
"It looks like the Granilith," says Liz.
"Maybe it works the same way," says Max.
"We don't have the crystal," says Isabel.
"No," says Max, clearly disappointed and at a loss as to what to do next.
"Maybe it's here," says Liz, "you know, hidden. The way the book was in the library."
Liz sees the hope come back in Max's eyes. He starts looking around the craft. Isabel and Michael join in. It takes them several minutes, but Max finds the compartment. A silver handprint emerges. He looks at Isabel and Liz, then turns back and reaches inside the handprint. He pulls out the crystal, almost a twin of the Granilith crystal except for the color.
Max immediately goes to the central core and puts the crystal key into the core. The core begins to rotate, lights come on and the roof seems to disappear. It reveals a panoramic view of the sky and ground.
A panel pops out just above where Max inserted the key. There are two handprints but no switches, no buttons.
"What is that?" asks Kyle.
"I'm not sure," says Max.
Liz walks over to it to examine it.
Max places his hands over the handprints.
Suddenly, they feel the saucer lift, much like an elevator lift, then as quickly they're high in the sky, 30,000 feet or so, right in the airplane traffic lanes. Max lifts his hands from the panel. The ship just hovers in place.
"Oh, shit," says Kyle.
"What did you do?" asks Isabel.
"OMG," says Maria looking down toward the Earth.
"I think I found the controls."
"It looks like some kind of biofeedback machine," says Liz.
"My mom was into that," says Maria. "It's a way to control brain patterns through music and stuff. You know, to make you relax."
"I think you can do more than that," says Liz. "What were you thinking, Max ... when you put your hands down?"
"Flying."
"And the ship went straight up."
"And when you took them off, we stopped midair."
"What are you saying?" Max asks.
"Maybe you control the ship by what you think through your hands."
"Let me do it," says Michael.
"He takes over from Max and it's like it's second nature. Under Michael's command, the ship moves left and right, up and down.
"OMG," says Maria.
"I've done this before," says Michael.
Michael smiles, it's like he's home. "Roswell, here we come," as the craft shoots towards the eastward.
On the ground, alarms go off. The military police shoot at the craft; their canines bark. The sergeant in charge radios for help. Then, in an instant the craft lift high above them, hovers for a few minutes, then wavers. A moment later, it shoots east and disappears from view.
"Can you track it on radar?"
The dark-suited man's cell phone rings. He flips it open.
"Talk to me," he says.
"There's been a break-in," the voice at the other end of the phone.
"Where?"
"The Boneyard."
"Did you find a black convertible?"
"Yeah."
"Impound it,," he says.
"That's why Tucson," he says to himself as he closes the cell phone. He's angry and slams his palms against the steering wheel.
"My God," says Maria, "Look, we're in Roswell."
"How are you going to get this in the Granilith chamber?" asks Isabel.
"Very carefully," says Michael.
Max and Isabel exchange looks.
"Can you do it?" asks Max.
"It's like shooting wombats back home," says Michael.
"You've been watching too many movies," says Maria.
The dark-suited man reaches The Boneyard, a complete sweep of the area was being made. He gets out of the car and walks over to the fence where three military people gather evidence. He flashes his ID.
"Is this where they entered?"
"Yes, sir," he says.
"How did they do it?"
'They disabled the fence, then cut a hole using a torch."
"And they did all that without being seen?"
"Yes, sir," the MP says sheepishly.
"Have you any idea who did this?"
"No, sir, but it had to be someone who knew exactly where to come and what they were looking for."
"You've been taken by high school students. What do you think about that?"
"No, sir, no way."
The dark-suited man shakes his head and smiles wryly.
"Man, I'm beat," says Michael. "I want to go home and crawl in bed for a week."
"I know what you mean," says Max as Liz opens the Crashdown doors.
"You guys can stay here if you want," says Liz.
"No," says Michael, "I think I just want to go home."
"You should stay here," says Isabel. "At least until later this morning. Just to be safe."
"Sure, whatever."
"It'll be okay. You and Max and Kyle can sleep down here until the we open. Isabel, you can use the upstairs sofa and Maria and I can share my bed."
"Or maybe you can tell us what the hell you all are up to," says a displeased Amy DeLuca.
They all freeze as they see their parents sitting around cold coffee cups.
"I think we're busted," says Maria.
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