Roswell, Monday late morning.

Isabel took one last look around her apartment and wondered if she’d ever see it again. At the moment, she doubted it. One look out the window had confirmed that more buildings had disappeared over the course of the night. Whatever was happening was happening faster.

She’d already called Max and Michael. They’d been surprised to hear from her, after all, they still thought she was from some alternate universe, but they reluctantly agreed to meet her at the Evans house.
Hitching her bag over her shoulder, Isabel reached for Wyatt’s hand and squeezed tightly. "Let’s do this."

He nodded and orbed them to Roswell. Right into her mother’s living room where they were greeted by four faces expressing varying degrees of shock.

"I think it’s time for a family meeting," Isabel said.

[Establishy and NFI]

Roswell, late afternoon

Shock of shocks, the family meeting hadn’t gone well. Max and Michael were furious that she’d spilled all their long held secrets while her parents were still in shock over finding out their children's true origins. No one even wanted to get into the whole disappearing buildings and people thing.

For the moment everyone had retreated to separate corners of the house to try and calm down and come to terms with things. Max and Michael were lurking the kitchen, her parents were outside on the patio, chairs pulled together and talking earnestly. Isabel and Wyatt had retreated to what was supposed to be her bedroom, but all the changes had made it a stranger’s room and there was no comfort in familiarity to be found.

Isabel paced about the room in frustration, unable to avoid feeling like they were running out of time. “I swear to god, I am this close to having you just grab them and orb them to the island.”