(Crashdown. Alex and Maggie and Isabel are at their regular booth talking in hushed voices. Liz and Maria are waiting tables and every once in a while drop by the booth to contrubute to the conversation.)

V.O.: Hi, I’m Liz Parker and it’s March 20th. Memory is a tricky thing. I mean, you have no control over what stays there. Some people learn by sound, others by sight, and some even by touch. How is it that you can remember you lines from the fifth grade school play, but not remember where you left your keys?

Alex: Are you sure that you can’t remember who this guy was?

Maggie: Well, I’m pretty sure it was Nasedo, Alex. But who the face belonged to, no. I can’t even remember if it was a boy or a girl. All I know is that it was someone I know, probably from school. Someone who I’m friends with, but isn’t all that close to me. (she rubs here face with her hands) It’s like there’s this blank spot where the face is, like it was just erased from my memory. All I remember is a vague sense familiarity. That’s it.

Alex: Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry if I was pressuring you. (He puts his arm around her shoulders) Don’t stress out about it.

Maggie: I think I’ll borrow some of Maria’s cypress oil.

Isabel: The only thing I don’t get is why he didn’t kill you.

Maggie: Gee, thanks, Is.

Isabel: I mean, we think that he’s after all of us, so why didn’t he kill you?

Maggie: Maybe because he’s only after the non-Czechoslovakians.

Isabel: But Maria and Liz were in the living room with me.

Maggie: Exactly. I think that he’s afraid of you for some reason. He came after me because I can’t hurt him with my powers. But I don’t know why he didn’t kill me.

Alex: We should stop asking that and just be glad that he didn’t.

(Liz walks over.)

Liz: Have you guys seen Max?

Maggie: Sure. Brown hair, hazel eyes, good build, kind of pointy ears.

Liz: I mean today. I just called him. Not home.

Isabel: I saw him this morning. He was up at the crack of dawn, as usual. Staring at the ceiling and day dreaming about you.

Alex: He went out with Luke and Michael for a guys’ bonding thing. They invited me but my dad finally decided to get off his stupid computer and say I couldn’t.

Liz: But he let you come to the cafe.

Alex: My father is a very strange fellow. He kind of has this, well, phobia of the desert.

Isabel: And yet he decided to live in New Mexico. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

(Alien’s place. The jeep drives up and Michael, Luke, and Max jump out.)

Luke: Woah! This place is wild.

Max: Yeah, it’s good for stargazing, too.

Michael: Come on, let’s sit down.

(They start to lay out a blanket and sit down.)

Luke: So what do you think of this whole Nasedo business?

Michael: I guess I’m pretty worried about Maria.

Max: I don’t think you’ll have to worry about Maria. She’s got a pretty good right hook.

Luke: I’m extremely worried for Maggie. She’s got powers and all, but she can’t use them to protect herself. Kind of a rip-off.

Max: You really like her, don’t you?

Luke: Yeah. I mean, last night it hit me, you know? Like now that I know her, I can’t live without her.

(Max looks at him thoughtfully then ahead again.)

Max: We’ll take care of the girls. I’m sleeping outside Liz’s window tonight.

Michael: I doubt she’ll want you sleeping *outside.*

Max: Oh, shut up. I know you’ll be sleeping at Maria’s. I’m sure Amy’s going to love that.

Michael: Oh yeah. She’s just in love with me. What about you, Luke?

Luke: I guess. She’s got a hammock outside her window.

Max: It might be fun.

Michael: (smiling) I know what Alex’s plan is. He hasn’t let Izzy out of his sight.

Max: Yeah, I’m happy for her.

(Michael’s apartment. Everyone is there curled up into couples, looking grim.)

Michael: This sucks a big one. We just wait till Nasedo makes a move?

Maggie: I feel your pain, my friend. But there’s nothing else we can do.

Michael: All I’m saying is that it sucks.

Max: If Nasedo reveals himself, then we can go after him. Not before.

Michael: I need a soda. Does anyone want one?

Maggie: Me. And don’t forget the Tabasco.

(The phone rings.)

Michael: (from kitchen) Mags, can you get that?

Maggie: Hello?... This is she... What?... How did... of course, when?... thank you.

(She hangs up, looking shocked.)

Luke: What is it?

Maggie: Kenny Matheson. He’s dead.

(Crashdown. It is filled with teens looking a mix between devastated and terrified. The group is sitting at their regular booth.)

Maggie: It was the priest who called last night. He wants me to say a few words about Kenny.

Maria: Why you?

Maggie: He was co-captain of the basketball team with Kyle. I helped them out for a while, gave them a few plays over email. I gues I was kind of considered one of his close friends. He asked Kyle, too, but he declined.

Liz: How is Kyle?

Maggie: Not so good. I visited him yesterday.

Michael: Was it-

Maggie: Yeah. There was a silver handprint on his chest.

Alex: Why would Nasedo do this to Kenny? I mean, everybody liked him. He was one of the most popular kids in the school and one of the only decent ones.

Max: I’m starting to think that none of these people that Nasedo’s killed are actually connected. I think he’s just evil, kills to kill.

Isabel: I can’t believe this.

Liz: Kenny was a really cool guy too.

Max: You know he was the only one out of Kyle’s gang that didn’t try to beat me up.

Valenti: Hey, listen up kids! In light of this recent murder, there has been a city-wide curfew set to ten o’clock. Please be home at this time. School will be let off early tomorrow so you can all attend the funeral service. I am very sorry for you loss.

(Before he gets off the chair that he’s standing on he gives the aliens a cold, hard stare.)

Maggie: That was a chilling look.

Michael: He’s going to have a field day with this.

(Cemetary. The priest is at the podium and students are milling around the area)

Priest: Now, I’d like to ask Margaret Nelson to come up here and give a few words about Kenny.

(Maggie comes up to the podeum and looks out at the crowd.)

Maggie: Last night, I sat down at my desk and tried to figure out what to say about Kenny. I couldn’t. Then I realized that it wasn’t because there wasn’t anything to say, it was that there was too much. And I realized that’s the speech itself. We might say that God took him away, but to us it still doesn’t seem fair. Kenny was still in the prime of his life and he was the poster boy for it. He understood the meaning of real friendship and used that knowledge to make a lot of people feel so special. Kenny will always be a part of our hearts and there is no way that we can replace that hole that him leaving has put there.

(She walks away from the podeum into Luke’s arms. The priest steps back up.)

Priest: Thank you, Margaret. That was very beautifully said. I would now like to offer a prayer for the...

(The preist’s voice drones on in the backround as the camera does a close-up on Max, who is obviously watching something. The camera follows his gaze to a man standing under a tree trying to be inconspicuous. Max nudges Liz.)

Max: Hey, isn’t that Mr. Raddish?

Liz: Wow, yeah. Haven’t seen him since he had the breakdown. He must have heard that Kenny died.

Max: Do you notice anything weird about him?

Liz: Well, he’s older and maybe a little skinnier, but I don’t see anything else.

Max: Huh. (he nudges Michael and nods in Mr. Raddish’s direction)

Michael: Whoa, Mr. Raddish!

Max: Yeah. Do you see anything about him that’s maybe different?

Michael: Well, I don’t *see* anything but-

Max: He’s oozing a weird energy?

Michael: Very sci-fi.

Max: You don’t think that’s-

Michael: I think it is, Maxwell. I think it is.

(Maggie’s house. All of them are in the living room, still dressed in mourning clothes. They are all listening to Michael, Max, and Liz.)

Maggie: Mr Raddish is Nasedo?!

Maria: As in our fifth grade teacher Mr. Raddish?!

Alex: That’s impossible.

Max: I’m not saying that he was back in the fifth grade. We’re just pretty sure that’s him now.

(Maggie suddenly cries out and crumples to the floor clutching her head. The camera shows a flash of Raddish’s face and a touch to the forehead. She awakens from the vision to see Luke standing over her, looking worried.)

Luke: Maggie!

Maggie: Whoa.

Max: Are you okay?

Maggie: Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Michael: What’d you see?

Maggie: Your right. It was Raddish.

Liz: Does thst mean that Nasedo killed Mr. Raddish?

Max: That’s sure what it implies.

Isabel: So what do we do? Go kill our fifth grade teacher?

Max: I hate to do it, but that’s the only answer. No prison could hold him, and doubt we could scare him off like Topolsky.

Maggie: So the choices are to let him go free, or to become killers.

Isabel: No matter how you slice it, we’d be killers either way.

Liz: So we make a decision now, and never have to make the same one again.

Max: Vote?

Michael: I say we do it. He’d get the death penalty anyway.

Maggie: Yeah, I’d rather kill him than see him kill the people I care about.

Isabel: Agreed.

Maria: I’m in.

Liz: (very quietly) Yeah.

(Max goes to her and pulls her close.)

Alex: I don’t want to live in fear anymore.

Luke: I’ll help in any way i can.

(Max kisses Liz on the forehead.)

Max: Okay then. I guess we do it.

(Cemetary. Liz is alone out in the open. Nasedo comes up behind her, still in Raddish’s body.)

Nasedo: Liz? Liz Parker?

(Liz spins around.)

Liz: (trying to stay calm but visibly nervous) M-Mr. Raddish! What a surprise! What are you doing here?

Nasedo: Well, it was quite a shame to see Kenny get killed like that. He was an excellent boy.

Liz: How’s Mrs. Raddish?

(It’s now that you start to see Michael inch out from behind a tree and start toward Nasedo’s back. The camera shows individual shots of the rest of the group, all ready to be back-up.)

Nasedo: Oh, she’s fine. Working again. Say, I hear that you’ve started dating the Evans’ boy. Nice boy.

Liz: Um, yes. He’s great.

(Michael is right up behind Nasedo and is about to put his hand on his back when Nasedo very suddenly disappears.)

Michael: What the hell!!!

Max: (jumps up) Where’d he go?

Maggie: He just dissappeared, right in thin air!

(The group looks wildly around them.)

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