|posted on 26-Apr-2002 11:16:39 PM by Dreams2Dream|
| "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it." Isabel said as she paced the living room.|
"You're eventually going to hear it." Michael said, finishing off his tabasco and ice cream sandwich.
"Shut up, Michael. No one asked for your opinion." Isabel said, sitting down on the couch and putting her head in her hands.
"Iz, you have to hear it." Max said, trying to comfort his sister, who was mentally breaking down.
"Well, um, for safety reasons, that is..."
"Get on with it."
"We have to leave Roswell." Max squinted, waiting for Isabel to either blow up, pass out, or scream, all of which she was good at.
"Safety reasons? You wait until now to worry about safety reasons?" Isabel said, quietly but she was still angered.
"Safety is kind of important." Michael said.
"Michael, if you don't shut up, I will permanently mute you for the rest of your life."
"He's right. Valenti is hot on our trail. One wrong move and our whole cover will be blown to smithereens." Max said.
"Smithereens, eh?" Isabel said. "We almost got our cover blown to 'smithereens' ages ago, when we first came here. Smithereens is actually an understatment."
Max and Michael looked at each other.
Suddenly, Mr. and Mrs. Evans burst in the door, laughing.
"Hi kids." Mrs. Evans said. "Why, you all look so serious. Whats wrong?"
"Thats good. Well, we'll be in kitchen with the strawberries." Mr. and Mrs. Evans went into the kitchen.
"That was a very bad vision." Michael said, shaking it out of his head.
"That," Isabel said. "Was smithereens."