Rating: PG-13 for language
Category: Other Stories
Disclaimers: The characters of Roswell belong to the WB, among others, but apparently I need to keep borrowing them.
Summary: And those bad things…they keep getting worse…
Author’s note/soapbox: This is the continuing saga of my little alternate Roswell universe. I wouldn’t bother reading this without reading the following stories first: “Dealing”, “Lost Treasures”, “Prepare Yourself” (Dealing trilogy); “Attitude”, “Plan C”, “The Spin Cycle” (Tess trilogy); “Nuts”, and “Wraiths of D’Spayre” (Revelations trilogy, parts 1 & 2). No offense to ‘N Sync fans, I just needed someone to sacrifice, it’s for a good cause…

(Scene: Crashdown. Maria and Liz are both working. The place is packed.)

Voice over (while seeing scenes of the Crashdown): It’s been said that you can’t really know a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. I feel like I’ve run a marathon in Max’s – and I haven’t even been wearing them long enough to tie the laces…and all I want to do is scream. This constant searching of faces, of looking over my shoulder…of wondering “is the guy behind the counter really just a video clerk”…“is the woman smiling at me as I pass her on the sidewalk because she knows something”…“are any of these customers here for more than the food”…it’s exhausting…

(Scene switches to Liz writing in her journal on her roof)

…And distrusting every stranger – every unfamiliar face – isn’t even the hard part. Topolsky taught us to doubt the unknown somebody, but now it’s graduated into doubting everybody. It’s no longer just worrying if the person behind me in the check-out line is checking me out…now it’s wondering if that’s really my mother asking how my day was or my best friend picking me up for school…or…if it’s really my boyfriend kissing me goodnight. (Music, softly: Sarah McLachlan – Ice Cream)

Max (from the foot of the ladder): Liz? (Liz looks up from her journal over to the direction of his voice) Liz, I’m coming up. (He climbs the ladder and when he reaches the top he stops and looks at her tired face) Vanilla.

Liz (smiling at him): With hot fudge and whip cream on top. (Max relaxes and climbs over the edge. He walks to her and sits down beside her on the lounge chair.)

Max: You look so tired.

Liz: Can’t seem to sleep.

Max: Come here. (He pulls Liz down so her head is resting in his lap and he gently plays with her hair. They stay like that in silence for a few moments)

Liz: You know, I don’t think I’d know what to do if you’d said “chocolate”…

Max: Scream.

Liz (smiling): I scream for ice cream…I feel so silly, like we’re the super secretive division of some…Baskin Robbins cult – using passwords and talking in ice cream code.

Max (smiling down at her): I know…but it’s the only way…

Liz: I know…it just makes me actually want a hot fudge vanilla ice cream sundae. (Max continues to look down at her)

Max: That could be arranged you know?

Liz: Too tired…

Max (concerned): Liz…

Liz: I’ve been thinking, Max. (She sits up and looks at him) Where’d your parents find you – that night?

Max (confused): What?

Liz: Well we know where the crash reportedly happened. If we can find the spot where your parents found you and Isabel then maybe we can narrow down the search – I mean you couldn’t have walked that far could you?

Max: I never thought about that.

Liz (opening up the journal and looking at the picture she drew): I know it’s out there, Max…and I know there’s something in that cave.

Max (pulling her back down to his lap): We’ll worry about that tomorrow…I’m more worried that you get some sleep.

Liz (closing her eyes and very softly): Tell me about that night.

Max (looking down at her and then up at the stars): The first thing I remember…

(Scene: School. Maria is at her locker and Michael walks up behind her. She shuts her locker and turns around)

Maria (startled): Michael.

Michael: Maria. (She raises her eyebrow at him and looks like she’s waiting for him to do something – say something) I’m not doing that here.

Maria: O really?

Michael: It’s school – don’t you think someone would notice if there were two of us walking around?

Maria (looking around suspiciously): He could be any one of these people (motioning to the students in the hallway) just waiting for the opportunity to pounce…so suck it up buddy and just say it.

Michael (looks at her annoyed): Mint chocolate chip.

Maria: Thank you. (They start to walk down the hall together and exit into the quad) Now what do you want?

Michael: What was Valenti doing dropping your mom off last night?

Maria: Dropping her off.

Michael: Why?

Maria (looking at him sideways and letting out a sigh): Because they had a…date last night.

Michael (stops walking): What?

Maria: They’ve been dating for over a month…(They begin walking again towards a table with Max, Liz, and Isabel sitting at it)

Michael: Shit.

Max (looking at Michael): What?

Michael (sitting down): Guess who’s got the hots for Mrs. DeLuca? (Max just shakes his head blankly)

Maria (reluctantly): Sheriff Valenti.

Isabel (a little freaked): You’re kidding right?

Maria: If only…

Max (also a little worried): Michael, you’ve gotta be extra careful...

Michael: No shit, Maxwell.

Liz: Maybe this could be a good thing.

Isabel (typical attitude): A good thing?

Maria: Look maybe this’ll keep him busy…guys can’t think about multiple things at once…(Max and Michael just look at her and Liz smiles)…his brain or his libido – which one do you thinks gonna win?

Isabel (looking at Max and sounding very stern): We already know the answer to that, don’t we…(she returns her attention to the map in front of them. On the table is a copy of the New Mexico Atlas and Gazetter, open to page 41 – the page with Roswell and vicinity. Liz just looks at Isabel questioningly) The sooner we find this the better. (Max just glances from Liz to Isabel as Alex comes up to the table to join them.)

Alex (sitting down): Hey. (Everybody turns to look at him and they hesitate) Oh – right…let’s see we’ve got a scoop of vanilla, mint chocolate chip, pistachio, strawberry cheesecake, and chocolate fudge brownie…and can I just add that when you put us all together we make one disgusting sundae.

(Scene: Evans House, later that night. Max’s mom is doing the dishes and Max comes in and sits down)

Max: Mom.

Diane: Hey, honey.

Max: Can I ask you something?

Diane (she stops doing the dishes and sits down next to him): Of course. What’s on your mind?

Max (hesitating): Where’d you find us…you know that night?

Diane (studying her son’s face): I’ve been wondering when you’d ask. (Max looks up at her) Honey, your father and I will help you find your biological parents if that’s what you want.

Max: I don’t think we could find them if we wanted to. I just want to know…you know…where we were left.

Diane (taking a deep breath): Your father and I were coming home from a dinner party in Corona. We hadn’t driven more than 30 miles on Highway 247 when you came into the headlights…(smiling) came into our lives.

Max: Was there anything you noticed? Anything about where you stopped…you know that would help me find it.

Diane: It was so dark out…but I do remember…that we’d just passed a large radio tower – I think it was.

Max: Radio tower?

Diane: I’m not sure but there was a large structure on the side of the road, I remember wondering what it was.

Max: Thanks, mom.

Diane: Can I ask you something?

Max (looking up at her): Yea.

Diane: What’s making you want to know this…now…I knew this day would come…(smiling at him) I guess deep down I was hoping it wouldn’t be until you were forty.

Max: Mom its not…you’re my mom…I just want to see it, to see where my life… started.

Diane: Do you want us to come with you?

Max (looking down at the table as he’s getting ready to get up and leave): No, Liz and I are gonna go this weekend.

Diane: Liz?

Max (looking up at his mom and thinking to himself “shit”): Um, yea, Liz Parker, you remember?

Diane (smiling): Of course…how could I forget Liz Parker.

Max (a mix of embarrassment and exasperation): Mom.

Diane: Just no accidents this time, okay?

Max (smiling at her as he finally gets up): No accidents.

(Scene: Crashdown Kitchen, after closing. Liz is digging in the freezer. Maria walks into the kitchen.)

Maria: I think this job is speeding up my aging process...

Liz (holding out a box of ice cream): Here. Mint chocolate chip?

Maria: Liz I know its you, we’ve been working together all night.

Liz: No, do you want some?

Maria: Oh…do you even need to ask? (Liz pulls out the vanilla ice cream too and takes it over to the counter where the toppings are. Maria grabs two bowls and brings them to the counter where they begin scooping their ice cream. Maria glances at Liz’s vanilla) You know I thought you’d outgrow the vanilla stage – once you actually tried another flavor.

Liz: What?

Maria: I mean you’ve got your standards – vanilla, chocolate, strawberry – and then you’ve got like the rest of the 32 flavors…

Liz: I like the variety vanilla gives me.

Maria: Variety? It’s vanilla, Liz.

Liz: The ice cream is only one aspect of the sundae. (Maria just looks at her) It’s the toppings that make a sundae.

Maria: Uh uh.

Liz: Look, vanilla will taste good with any one of these toppings (waving her hand over the topping tray in the counter)…yours…well, it’s restricting.

Maria (trying really hard not to laugh at her): Restricting?

Liz: It’s like hydrogen, with it’s one electron it can pretty much go with anything…you’re a noble gas – very limiting.

Maria: And they call me the wacky one.

Liz: Yeah well anyone listening to us lately would think we were both pretty crazy.

Maria (after a pause): It’s too late for a refund isn’t it?

Liz (laughing): Afraid so.

Maria: Actually an exchange would work for me…you know return them for some new friends.

Liz: Maybe just Isabel.

Maria (shocked): Do my ears deceive me? Did Elizabeth Parker just utter her first out right spiteful words?

Liz: They were not spiteful…I just wish she’d leave the attitude with her other friends.

Maria: I’m speechless.

Liz: Do my ears deceive me?

Maria: Hey!

Liz (letting out a sigh): I mean I understand why she feels she needs to be that way – at least as much as I can understand. I just wish she’d realize that she doesn’t have to be that way with us.

Maria: What do you mean?

Liz: She’s just so cold and closed off. Doesn’t she realize that there’s nothing more we could learn about her that’s going to make us see her any differently than we already do?

Maria: She’s just scared.

Liz: I know, we all are…she doesn’t have to pretend not to be. And she doesn’t have to make Max feel bad all the time.

Maria: Ah…so that’s what this is about.

Liz: No! It’s just…she constantly makes him question himself, question us – and it’s not like he needs any help with that.

Maria: Liz, you’ve gotta think about this from her perspective.

Liz: I have, Maria, and I think she needs to see it from Max’s…I just need to talk to her…

Maria: Yea, can you tell me when you’re gonna do that so I can make sure not to be anywhere nearby.

Liz: You have to feel it Maria when we’re all together lately, it’s like this cloud hanging over us.

Maria: She gives Michael the same looks she gives Max.

Liz (shaking her head): She has things she wants to say and she just needs to say them.

Maria: And you’re just gonna listen.

Liz: Well I have a few things to say too.

(Scene: School Parking Lot. Max and Michael are sitting in the jeep)

Michael: We should all go.

Max: Michael, we’ve been over this.

Michael: It’s our past.

Max: And it’s her vision.

Michael: Isabel and I should go.

Max: Michael, it’s on private property…the more of us walking around the better chance we have of getting caught.

Michael (after a short pause): I don’t understand why he gave her the vision.

Max: I don’t either…it makes me sick just thinking about him kissing her.

Michael: What time are you leaving?

Max: Pretty early…it’s a three-hour drive just to get there. Who knows how long it’ll take us to find the cave.

Michael: If you find it.

Max: We will, Michael…we will…

(Scene: School Quad. Isabel is sitting at a table reading a magazine. Liz walks up and sits down opposite her.)

Liz: Hey. (Isabel looks up from the magazine) Doesn’t a chocolate fudge brownie sundae sound good?

Isabel: Better than a vanilla one. Look, I don’t know where Max is…

Liz: I’m not looking for Max, actually I was hoping to talk to you.

Isabel (surprised): Me? About what?

Liz (hesitating a little): About why you don’t like me.

Isabel: Liz, I’ve never said…

Liz (interrupting her): You don’t have to say it, Isabel, it’s kinda…evident, lately.

Isabel: It isn’t you, Liz, it’s just the situation.

Liz: Cause I’d understand if it’s me. (Isabel just looks at her) I can’t even begin to imagine how terrifying it must be to have this…world of normalcy you’ve created for yourself, shattered and replaced with…this…and because of me. So trust me, I’d understand.

Isabel (looking intently at Liz): You have no idea.

Liz: I’m not claiming to know what if feels like to be you. I can only understand why you’d feel the way you do…I can never know the depths of those feelings…Except maybe one. (Isabel continues to look at her intently) When Max connected with me after the shooting I felt this overwhelming sense of loneliness – and I can only imagine that it’s the same for you, if not greater.

Isabel (defiantly): I have Max and Michael…

Liz: You’re not alone anymore, Isabel. You don’t have to be…it’s a choice that you make. But you’re making it for Max – and I don’t think that’s fair.

Isabel: It’s not that simple, Liz…

Liz (smiling): That’s what Michael said.

Isabel: Michael?

Liz: Look, I told you once that I would never – could never – take Max away from you…All I want to do is take away his loneliness. And he won’t let me…if you won’t let him.

Isabel: River Dog’s dead, the Sheriff’s suspicious and spying on us, and the only thing connecting us to “home” is a killer that can look like anything…we have enough to worry about without you and Max exploring interspecies “relations.”

Liz: Your right…we have a lot to worry about but turning this into an “us” verses “you” isn’t going to help either. We’re in this together, Isabel, all six of us. And the only way to get through it is to stick together. Is it that hard for you to imagine that someone could know everything about you and still want to be apart of it, a part of your life…and maybe even love you because of who it makes you? (Isabel just stares at her and Alex approaches the table and sits down)

Alex: Ladies…a little chocolate fudge brownie with vanilla – now that’s a sundae I could go for.

Liz (looking from Isabel to Alex): Hey, Alex.

(Scene: Somewhere on 285 North, really early on Saturday morning. Max is driving and Liz is in the passenger seat.) Music (on the radio): ‘N Sync – Bye Bye Bye

Liz (reaching over to change the radio station and Max looks at her sideways): They bug me. If I don’t change it now I’ll be singing that song all day – and neither of us wants that. (She starts flipping through radio stations and finds one playing Janis Joplin’s – Me and My Bobby McGee. She stops and turns the volume up) I love this song. (She leans back in her seat and starts singing along.)

Max (raising his eyebrow at her): Really?

Liz: I guess you could call it a “dad-influence.”

Max: Your dad?

Liz: He’s a hippie at heart – don’t let him fool you.

Max (surprised): A hippie? Guess I better buff up on Woodstock.

Liz (laughing at him): I’ll let you borrow some of my CD’s. (He turns his head to give her another look and she smiles at him and starts singing along to the song again. Max looks back at the road and the jeep passes a sign reading “ Highway 247 Jct. – 20 miles”)

(Scene: Crashdown. Maria is working and Mr. Parker is cooking. Michael, looking overly irritated, walks in and sits at the counter.) Music:

Barenaked Ladies – Call and Answer

Maria: What can I get you?

Michael: Just give me a coke and an ET platter.

Maria (looking at him intently): And for dessert?

Michael (a little irritated): Dessert? Some pie, what? Do I have to decide now? (Maria freezes, her face goes a little white and she steps back from the counter just staring at him. Michael gives her a questioning look and after a moment realizes what he’s done) Mintchocolatechipicecreamsundae! (Maria, sucks in her breath getting physically upset and runs into the back room) Shit. (Michael follows her in the backroom. She’s standing with her back to Michael crying. He hesitates – definitely perplexed about what to do. He walks over to her and touches her shoulder lightly) I’m sorry…I forgot. (She turns to him and hugs him. He’s taken a bit aback and then puts his arms around her and hugs her back) I won’t let him hurt you…I won’t let him hurt you.

Mr. Parker (coming out from the kitchen): Maria? (Maria and Michael look over at him) What happened?

Michael: A customer was being a jerk.

Mr. Parker (moving toward the door): Where?

Michael: He left (He looks down at Maria) He left.

Mr. Parker (coming over to them): Are you okay?

Maria (gathering herself and nodding at him): I’m fine…just shaken up that’s all.

Mr. Parker: Take your time, the customers can wait for their food today…I don’t know how Lizzie convinced me to give her the day off…and if you ever see that customer in here again – you tell me okay…we don’t want business from anyone harassing you.

Maria: Thanks, Mr. Parker.

Mr. Parker (looking between Maria and Michael): Take your time. (He returns to the kitchen)

Michael: Are you okay?

Maria: I don’t know, when I thought you were him I just didn’t know what to do…I…

Michael: It’s okay, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.

Maria (she looks up at him and nods): Will you stay with me here today?

Michael: Yeah.

(Scene: Somewhere in the desert southeast of Corona along Highway 247. Max and Liz are walking along in silence. Liz keeps stealing glances at Max – who is deep in thought. It’s a bit windy out.)

Liz: What are you thinking?

Max (absentmindedly): About you.

Liz (interested): What about me?

Max (realizing that he said it out loud): What?

Liz: What about me were you thinking?

Max: Um, nothing.

Liz: Max, you’ll show me your soul but you won’t tell me what you’re thinking?

Max (pausing): What if I couldn’t (Liz looks over at him) you know, show you things…what if I was just your lab partner?

Liz: You mean what if you were from around here?

Max: Yea. Would you still want to be with me?

Liz (smiling at him): Max have you looked in the mirror? (He looks over at her surprised) I’ve got to be the envy of every girl in school. (She smiles at him and he looks away from her.) Would you have asked me out instead of watching me from a distance for all those years?

Max: Yes.

Liz: Well, there’s your answer. (Pausing for a moment) But you wouldn’t be who you are without being what you are. (Max looks at her questioningly) I mean, so shy, so serious and thoughtful…so many things that make you you…that I like about you.

Max (looking away from her): What about what I am? How can you want to be with me?

Liz: Why do you want to be with me? (Max quickly looks at her) What’s so great about me, Max…that’s worth risking everything for?

Max: It’s…it’s everything about you.

Liz (cupping his face with her hands): And it’s everything about you. (She pulls him to her and kisses him) Now let’s see if we can find what we’re looking for.

(Scene: Alex’s House. Isabel is knocking on the front door. Quick reminder – in my little alternative Roswell universe, Alex’s dad is closer to the one in the books…hard core military man.)

Mr. Whitman (answering the door): Can I help you?

Isabel: Is Alex home?

Mr. Whitman (surprised): My son Alex?

Isabel: This is the Whitman residence?

Mr. Whitman: Yes, yes it is. He’s in the garage practicing with his band. (Still looking at her questioningly) This way. (They walk through the living room into the kitchen and Mr. Whitman opens the door to the garage…the music stops when the door opens)

Alex: Dad…

Mr. Whitman: You have a visitor.

Alex (puzzled): A visitor? (His dad steps out of the way and Isabel comes into the room) Isabel! Guys I think that’s enough practice for today.

Nicky (fidgeting with something): Alex we just started 15 minutes ago. (He looks up and sees Isabel) Oh.

Markos (leaning over and whispering to Chris): Is that who I think it is?

Chris (whispering back): I think so.

Isabel (with everybody, including Mr. Whitman, watching her sort of awe struck she walks over to Alex): Can we go somewhere, like for a walk or something?

Alex (leaning closer to her and whispering): Maybe.

Isabel (gives him a nasty look): You know, to get like a Chunky Monkey sundae or something.

Alex (smiling at her): Sure…let me put this away. (He turns around from her and gives the greatest Alex grin to his band members as he puts his guitar back in the case. Meanwhile everybody is still staring at Isabel.) Come on. (Alex leads Isabel out of the garage and through the house to the front door)

Isabel: That’s not really your favorite flavor is it…you just wanted all of us to have to say it – aloud.

Alex: Who me? (Isabel shots him a typical Isabel look. They leave the house and Alex looks over his shoulder to see his dad watching them from the window.) Hey, I don’t suppose you’d want to put your arm around me and give me a little kiss on the cheek to see if we can make my dad have a coronary…(Isabel just glares at him, trying not to laugh) Had to ask. (They walk a ways down the street) Sorry about that, outside of Maria and Liz I don’t get many visitors…of the opposite sex.

Isabel: Apparently. After this, remind me never to agree to have dinner at your house.

Alex: So wait, does that mean before this you would have considered it…cause if that’s the case you really need to give a guy warning when your coming over to his house…I mean, preparations could have been made…you can’t just show up on unsuspecting parents…there are health conditions to consider…

Isabel (smiling at Alex): Thank you.

Alex: For being the only one not staring back there?

Isabel (softening her tone to a more serious one): It’s for everything. Thank you, Alex.

Alex: Just doin’ what anybody would.

Isabel: No, not anybody, Alex. Nobody would do all the things you’ve done for us…you didn’t even know Max that day in the hospital and then with Michael…and Tess…not just anybody does that.

Alex: I know what it’s like to need friends.

Isabel: You’re a good friend, Alex.

Alex: Well don’t let that get around or anything…I don’t think I could handle anymore friends at the moment.

Isabel: I’m sorry.

Alex: For?

Isabel: For all of this, for how messed up we’ve made your life.

Alex: I don’t do anything I don’t want to…and I’m not sorry for anything I’ve done…well, nothing you would know about. (Isabel looks at him and smiles) So have you heard anything yet?

Isabel (reverting back into a serious tone): No, they won’t be back until late tonight.

Alex (giving her a classic Alex grin): So you want a sundae or what?

(Scene: Back to Max and Liz in the desert. The terrain has gotten a little rockier and it’s still pretty windy out. They’ve been walking for hours now, it’s early evening, and Liz is definitely feeling it. She stops to catch her breath.)

Max: You okay?

Liz (looking around at the terrain): Yea, just catching my breath.

Max: We can stop, go back…

Liz (still looking around): I’m fine Max, really I just need a minute.

Max (noticing her looking around): Anything look familiar?

Liz (shaking her head): No. (Pointing to a large rocky hill) Maybe if we can get on top of that hill I’ll see something.

Max (looking at the hill): I don’t know…it’s pretty steep, you sure?

Liz: Max I’ll be fine. Come on (she grabs his hand and pulls him forward).

(They climb the hill and when they get to the top the wind hits them – very, very windy up there.)

Liz (looking at the view and slightly choking on the wind as she speaks): It’s beautiful.

Max (complaining): It’s windy.

Liz (smiling at him): You’ve never played in the wind?

Max (intrigued by the question): Played in the wind? I’m thinking no.

Liz (She undoes her hair so it’s flying behind her and she spreads her arms out): Come on, you have to lean into it (she leans forward going as far as she can with the wind holding her up – which when it’s really windy can be pretty far. She looks over at him) You have to try it Max, when I was little I always thought it must be what flying was like – with the wind rushing over you. (She closes her eyes and Max just watches her. He steps toward her and gently touches her hand. She opens her eyes and looks at him standing up straight. He steps in front of her – blocking the wind)

Max (shaking his head): No…this is what flying is like…(he kisses her)

(About half a mile away. A man stands watching the two of them kiss through binoculars. He lowers the binoculars and has a flash of when he was kissing Liz on her roof and some of the images he saw from the connection he made with her. He gets a curious smile on his face and turns and leaves.)

(Max and Liz are still kissing passionately when she all of a sudden has a flash – the image of Max as a little six-year old boy standing on the same spot looking at the stars. She pulls away from Max)

Liz: It’s here.

Max: What?

Liz (looking around): It’s here, I saw you when you were little…I saw you here.

Max: Here?

Liz (walking to the other edge of the hill and looking down. She can see a small opening – big enough for a small child to get in and out of – hidden by some large boulders down about halfway from the hill. She turns around to see the view behind her and realizes it’s what she saw in her vision. She looks at Max and points down to the opening, saying softly): It’s there.

(Scene: Miscellaneous Office. A man sits behind a desk typing on the computer. His door opens and he looks up)

Agent Cooper: Agent Topolsky.

Topolsky: You called.

Agent Cooper: I need your file on the Roswell shooting.

Topolsky: What for?

Agent Cooper: There’s been another incident. My flight leaves tomorrow morning.

Topolsky: Tomorrow, why wasn’t I notified?

Agent Cooper: You’re not going.

Topolsky: This is my case.

Agent Cooper: Was your case, Agent. Now I need that file by 9 tonight.

Topolsky: What course of action will you be taking?

Agent Cooper: I’ve been given the go ahead.

Topolsky: The go ahead?

Agent Cooper: Let me ask you something, Agent. Do you think Max Evans saved that girl’s life?

Topolsky: Yes, yes I do.

Agent Cooper: And do you think that he would do it again?

Topolsky: Are you suggesting, Agent Cooper, that you intend to endanger Liz Parker’s life?

Agent Cooper: I’m suggesting that I’ve been given the go ahead to use whatever means are necessary to discover the truth.

(Scene: At the opening of the “cave” that Liz found. Max has moved a boulder to make the opening a little bigger for them to get inside and has gone in ahead of Liz. She slowly begins to go in after him. She can see Max creating a light with his hands to look around and notices him stop.)

Liz: Max? (She walks up behind him and looks at what he’s looking at) Oh my god…there’s four of them. (Her and Max are staring at four small silvery “pods” with writing – similar to that in the cave on the Mescalero Reservation – on them and the walls all around the cave.)

Back to Area 51 (Section III)