"Well, no guy sees himself as Fredo, ever," Michael said.

"In fact," Max added, "the more like Fredo a guy is, the less likely he is to see it.”

"You are twisted… sick and twisted," Maria said to Michael. She looked at Max, then at Kyle. "And not just you, the whole gender.”

"You asked," Michael said, "We're just providing information.”

Maria grunted and looked at Liz for support. Her best friend had been completely silent since she'd told them about her premonition. To Maria's surprise, Liz was watch- ing the exchange with a smile on her face.

"I'm glad you find this amusing," Maria said.

The frustration on Maria's face only made Liz smile wider. That made Maria smile herself.

Maria tossed her head back into her seat. "Impossible, all of you.”

Liz actually laughed, as Michael looked on with satis- faction.

Well, Space Boy might be driving me completely crazy, but at least he's good for a laugh, Maria thought.

Another thought quickly pushed that one out of the way. She barely remembered The Godfather, just a few scenes and images. One of them was terrible: Sonny met up with a bunch of guys with machine guns at a tollbooth.

There was a lot of blood, and that was the end for Sonny.

She took a look at Michael and wondered what she was in for with him.

Kyle heard his stomach growl. With all the excitement of leaving Roswell, and then Liz's dream, he had not thought much about food.

"I could go for a Snapple," he heard Michael say.

"Where's the next town, Liz?" Max asked.

Liz took a minute to wrestle with a beat-up road atlas she had found somewhere in the van. The oversize book was coming apart, but Liz located the right map and said, "I don't think this road is on the map, it's too small," Liz said.

Kyle scanned the two-lane road. It was a little less des- olate than the rocky desert that seemed to make up most of New Mexico. Southern Colorado was still a rocky desert, but it was one with more scrub and even a few trees. And the hills in the distance were a promising green.