"What she did, what happened while I was there, going back, my friends leaving in a few weeks," she listed. "Take your pick."

"I think the question to ask is, would she want you to be happy?" Isabel asked, reaching for yet more chocolate. "But I know what you mean. When I came here, I left my brothers home in Roswell to deal with all the alien angst. Sometimes I felt guilty because I was having fun and they were trying to keep themselves alive."

"I'm trying. Sometimes I have to fake it. But more often then not, lately it's real."