"Are you going to eat that?"

"God, Michael, how can you eat at a time like this?"

"Like what?"

"Jesus, do I have to remind you?"

"Huh? Oh, you mean the baby."

"Michael! Keep your voice down!"

"Whatever. Like anyone cares you think you're pregnant, Isabel."

"People might care."

"Why? You'd be just another knocked up teenager…what?...What's with the look? Oh, I get it. Tell me which is worse, Iz, being knocked up with an alien baby or being knocked up by me?"

"Michael, I never said -"

"You didn't need to. Your look said it all. Hey, don't worry about it. I wouldn't be too happy about it either. I mean, look at me - practically homeless, flipping burgers. So are you doing to eat that?"

"No…go ahead."

"Feeling nauseous?"

"That's not funny."

"You're right, it's not. Feeling nauseous?"

"No…and yes. But not for that reason, I don't think."

"Then why?"

"Just everything. Just too much to think about. Too much weirdness. And where is Max?"

"Off with our imposter, pumping her for information regarding alien mating rituals…either that or she's demonstrating those rituals on him."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. Look, you wanted him to find out what was going on with you, right? So, just chill until he gets back."

"Chill? Michael, I might have Mork from Ork growing inside of me - there is no chilling right now."

"Are you going to eat that?"

"…No, take it."

"Why did you order lunch if you weren't going to eat it?"

"I thought sitting in a café at lunch time doing nothing looked suspicious."

"But sitting with a cold plate of food in front of you doesn't?"

"Could you please quit antagonizing me?"

"I'm not antagonizing you."

"Yes, you are. And could you stop eating so fast? You're starting to make me sick."

"Sorry…I'm just nervous too, ya know."

"You are?"

"Why wouldn't I be? This affects me, too, Isabel. I want to do what's right, no matter what that might be."

"But…do you know what you're saying?"

"I think so."

"No, Michael. That can't happen."

"Why not?"

"Because of Alex. And Maria. We love them."

"True…"

"But?"

"Did you feel it? In the dreams? Didn't something just feel…right?...Isabel?"

"I don't…I don't know."

"I think you do. I think you know what I'm talking about. What if there's more to us than we know, Iz? What if somehow…"

"What?"

"We were meant to be together?"

"Michael, that's ridiculous. You're my brother."

"Am I?"

"Yes…"

"You don't sound convinced."

"Well…is that what you want?"

"I don't know. All I know is that something is going on. I don't know if it's all a hallucination because of our new 'visitor' or what, but something is changing. I feel it inside. Like it's there and I can almost put my finger on it, but then it moves and I can't reach it. Things are about to change, Isabel, you can count on it."

THE END