Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2003 8:37 pm
It was great working on this story for you guys. 
Thank you...for everything
Epilogue
Everything was fine. The ship had started. The Granolithe’s power spouting faster and more powerful than anyone could imagine. Far more dangerous than any manmade weapon if used for the wrong intentions.
Yet they had to return home. Liz rubbed her belly softly, murmuring sweet thoughts to comfort her child. Everything would be fine now, she couldn’t help but think as Max sat down on a hard surface that could only be described as somewhat of a chair. Perhaps when their genetic material and the others’ were combined, their home people tried to create something of an Earth comfort with this chair. It ended up looking like two big pieces of metal fused together. One horizontally for the back and one vertically for the seat. There were no legs. She smiled softly as Max tried to get comfortable, having no success.
“I love you,” she whispered, in his ear, sitting down near him. Maria and Michael were huddled towards the back. She glanced back at them to see Maria’s head laid on Michael’s shoulder. She was resting, probably exhausted from the long trip they had taken to get over to the Granolithe. And now they had this long trip back home. At least the four of them had figured it might take a while. They were, of course, used to Earth time and had no idea what time was like on Antar or even in space. Things were unknown now. They were risky. Nothing could ever be like that safe atmosphere they had called home for their whole lives.
Come to me now
And lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe
Yet Liz wanted it to be so. She wanted everything to be alright, to be perfect. She didn’t want to live in fear or pain or danger. That was the life of an outlaw. Not the life of a journalist.
I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
Max looked closer at Liz’s face. She seemed emotionally drained. This had been a hard time for her. He wondered when the trip would be over. He wondered what would happen when they returned. He wondered a lot of things but he never wondered how she felt about him. He knew Liz loved him. He knew that they would raise this child with such tender caring love so that it would grow up to be a mature individual. He wanted their baby to have a great life. To be able to tell stories about it’s mother and father and how they had lived on Earth. They could transform their planet and bring into it new ideas from their planet. It would be wonderful.
It seems like every time
I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
Two Earth years pass by quickly. Alex can’t believe how long it’s been. He has married Isabel. They enjoy spending time with each other and the band. He is on tour often, already has two records out, one of which went multi-platinum. Life is like a dream on the outside. Too perfect to be true. Yet there are aches inside of him. There are memories and tears and there are “what if?”s. It’s not like he regrets not going. But Alex wonders. Alex wonders a lot. He doesn’t tell anyone. But he lies awake at night sometimes, just thinking about this special friendship that he had given up.
If only Alex knew that right now his friends are on their way to meet him. If only he knew that it had been ten years on Antar. A planet that they made it too safely. A planet where they had been transformed back to their former selves. Michael even had some surgery performed so he wouldn’t stand out. And it was a wonderful life.
The water sparkled an evenly green. The plant life was blooming, colors of the rainbow appearing everywhere you can imagine. Purples and pinks in the air, blues and violet twinkling from people’s hair and their bubbly outer sphere. They had mere forms of their former selves. Auras of deep reds and husky grays and sky blues and dark yellows.
Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key
Never again would I turn away from you
And if only Alex had turned on the news. If only he knew what was going on. If only...
Yet he didn’t, and he hadn’t. So the camera crew showed up in the desert, just as they had over 50 years before. And the military denied it again. Another weather balloon? Another strange appearance and phenomenal witness accounts that no one could explain.
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time
I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
But there was a love. There was an essence that lasted throughout time. And it flowed higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. It was hotter than the Earth’s crust. It flows throughout you and me. And when Alex opened the paper the next morning he knew. It hit him like a ton of bricks. But it was too late. Too late for one person to do a thing. Too late to cry, too late to say goodbye. But he remembers their lives. He remembers their dreams. And Alex wrote a song. A song of a love that came back again and again throughout different eras on different planets. Planets with oceans and fires and deserts. Planets of colors and music and no humans. But there were two people. Two people continuously wanting the best for others.
And they had two friends. Two friends that were there for them. One human, one an alien girl. Two lovers that continued to make him laugh and make him cry. And everytime he sang this song he watched the audience. For one day the truth would come out. And when it did, he might be judged, he might be called upon. But due to the courageous efforts of four of his friends, he wouldn’t deny a thing. He wouldn’t say no and he wouldn’t shake his head. Alex was proud to be an alien from Antar on Earth. And he was proud to live his life the way Liz and Maria would have wanted him to. In freedom.
Please say honestly
You won't give up on me
And I shall believe
I shall believe
~I shall Believe by Sheryl Crow
Thank you...for everything Epilogue
Everything was fine. The ship had started. The Granolithe’s power spouting faster and more powerful than anyone could imagine. Far more dangerous than any manmade weapon if used for the wrong intentions.
Yet they had to return home. Liz rubbed her belly softly, murmuring sweet thoughts to comfort her child. Everything would be fine now, she couldn’t help but think as Max sat down on a hard surface that could only be described as somewhat of a chair. Perhaps when their genetic material and the others’ were combined, their home people tried to create something of an Earth comfort with this chair. It ended up looking like two big pieces of metal fused together. One horizontally for the back and one vertically for the seat. There were no legs. She smiled softly as Max tried to get comfortable, having no success.
“I love you,” she whispered, in his ear, sitting down near him. Maria and Michael were huddled towards the back. She glanced back at them to see Maria’s head laid on Michael’s shoulder. She was resting, probably exhausted from the long trip they had taken to get over to the Granolithe. And now they had this long trip back home. At least the four of them had figured it might take a while. They were, of course, used to Earth time and had no idea what time was like on Antar or even in space. Things were unknown now. They were risky. Nothing could ever be like that safe atmosphere they had called home for their whole lives.
Come to me now
And lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe
Yet Liz wanted it to be so. She wanted everything to be alright, to be perfect. She didn’t want to live in fear or pain or danger. That was the life of an outlaw. Not the life of a journalist.
I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
Max looked closer at Liz’s face. She seemed emotionally drained. This had been a hard time for her. He wondered when the trip would be over. He wondered what would happen when they returned. He wondered a lot of things but he never wondered how she felt about him. He knew Liz loved him. He knew that they would raise this child with such tender caring love so that it would grow up to be a mature individual. He wanted their baby to have a great life. To be able to tell stories about it’s mother and father and how they had lived on Earth. They could transform their planet and bring into it new ideas from their planet. It would be wonderful.
It seems like every time
I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
Two Earth years pass by quickly. Alex can’t believe how long it’s been. He has married Isabel. They enjoy spending time with each other and the band. He is on tour often, already has two records out, one of which went multi-platinum. Life is like a dream on the outside. Too perfect to be true. Yet there are aches inside of him. There are memories and tears and there are “what if?”s. It’s not like he regrets not going. But Alex wonders. Alex wonders a lot. He doesn’t tell anyone. But he lies awake at night sometimes, just thinking about this special friendship that he had given up.
If only Alex knew that right now his friends are on their way to meet him. If only he knew that it had been ten years on Antar. A planet that they made it too safely. A planet where they had been transformed back to their former selves. Michael even had some surgery performed so he wouldn’t stand out. And it was a wonderful life.
The water sparkled an evenly green. The plant life was blooming, colors of the rainbow appearing everywhere you can imagine. Purples and pinks in the air, blues and violet twinkling from people’s hair and their bubbly outer sphere. They had mere forms of their former selves. Auras of deep reds and husky grays and sky blues and dark yellows.
Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key
Never again would I turn away from you
And if only Alex had turned on the news. If only he knew what was going on. If only...
Yet he didn’t, and he hadn’t. So the camera crew showed up in the desert, just as they had over 50 years before. And the military denied it again. Another weather balloon? Another strange appearance and phenomenal witness accounts that no one could explain.
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time
I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
But there was a love. There was an essence that lasted throughout time. And it flowed higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. It was hotter than the Earth’s crust. It flows throughout you and me. And when Alex opened the paper the next morning he knew. It hit him like a ton of bricks. But it was too late. Too late for one person to do a thing. Too late to cry, too late to say goodbye. But he remembers their lives. He remembers their dreams. And Alex wrote a song. A song of a love that came back again and again throughout different eras on different planets. Planets with oceans and fires and deserts. Planets of colors and music and no humans. But there were two people. Two people continuously wanting the best for others.
And they had two friends. Two friends that were there for them. One human, one an alien girl. Two lovers that continued to make him laugh and make him cry. And everytime he sang this song he watched the audience. For one day the truth would come out. And when it did, he might be judged, he might be called upon. But due to the courageous efforts of four of his friends, he wouldn’t deny a thing. He wouldn’t say no and he wouldn’t shake his head. Alex was proud to be an alien from Antar on Earth. And he was proud to live his life the way Liz and Maria would have wanted him to. In freedom.
Please say honestly
You won't give up on me
And I shall believe
I shall believe
~I shall Believe by Sheryl Crow