station.
'I knew I remembered right. You saw her, didn't you?' he asked, his innocent eyes full of gratitude. Jimmy kept his voice down. He had secrets of his own and had obviously learned to keep them. 'You helped her,' he said. It wasn't a question.
Liz nodded. Jimmy wrapped his arms around her and held her silently for a minute. In that time, Liz had a flash. Jimmy and his sister were in a room. She couldn't be sure, but it felt like a new place.
There was a game on the table in front of them. Jimmy was rolling dice and smiling as his sister watched him with a smile of her own on her face.
Liz's own tears… tears of relief… came freely, and she let them come.
Throughout the day, Liz heard endless speculation about what had happened the night before. In the end, Liz knew it would remain a mystery. It was a story that had at least a partly happy ending and would keep the town talking for as long as it was there. She was amused that much of the speculation revolved around the school bus that had been found parked on Main Street.
Though she knew that Max was still feeling the effects of the night before, he had insisted on continuing the painting job outside.
When she went out to call Max, Michael, and Isabel in for lunch, she had heard what sounded like… burping, and then laughter. It had stopped when she called out, but all three of them were smiling when she saw them.
That night, they headed back to the garage and settled down for the night. A few moments later, there was a knock at he door. Max answered it.
Dan stood in the entrance. 'I just wanted to see if you kids were all right,' he said.
'We're fine, come on in,' Liz said as she got up.
Dan stepped inside and looked around as if he were seeing the place for the first time… or at least the first time in a long time. From what Kyle had told them, Liz thought she understood.
'We painted and spruced it up a bit. I hope that's okay,' Isabel said.
'Fine,' he said, his voice tight. 'It looks good.' Dan glanced down at the playing cards in Michael's hands. 'Cards?' he said.
'Yeah, you want to play?' Kyle said.
'Please,' Liz invited him.
Dan plopped down on the floor against one of the beanbag chairs as if he had done it a thousand times: Michael handed him the cards and said, 'Dealers choice.”
Dan nodded and said, 'Seven card follow the Queen, deuces wild.”
The others all shot him confused looks. Dan smiled. 'Pay attention,' he said as he dealt the cards.
A week later, they were saying their good-byes. Bell had hugged each of them, and Sam had even shaken the boys' hands. A rare display for him, Kyle noted. They had already said his good-byes to Dan, who was going to be in Pueblo for the day. It was just as well… better, in fact, con- sidering what Kyle was planning to do.
Kyle hadn't seen Gomer or Dawn since the night she disappeared, but that was just as well. From what he had heard from Dan, neither of them remembered much about what had happened after they'd left the garage the night she was abducted.
That being the case, Kyle figured she wouldn't have anything to say to him.
Bell was giving Kyle and his friends a going-away breakfast. It was the same food they had eaten since they had arrived, but there was a bon-voyage banner and some balloons.
As things wound down, Kyle got Isabel to one side and said, 'Can I borrow you for a few minutes?”
She'd looked at him questioningly, but had nodded.
'We'll be right back,' Kyle said.
The van was parked outside the diner. It looked the same on the outside, but under the hood was a different story, Kyle noted with some pride.
The diner, on the other hand, looked nice on the out- side. Max, Isabel, and Michael had finished painting the exterior, and it seemed to shine now.
'Where are we…?' Isabel asked.
Kyle raised his hand. 'Just come with me,' he insisted, leading the way back to the garage. He led Isabel around back and showed her the van.
'This is the one that belonged to his brother?' she asked.
'Yes,' he said. He told her what he wanted her to do. When he was finished, she smiled.
'It's not very low profile,' she said.
'No,' he said. 'And Max would hate the idea.”
'That's the problem with democracy,' Isabel said. 'Not everybody gets what they want.”
'You're in?' Kyle asked.
'What do you want me to do first?' she asked.
They started on the structural work. There was real damage to the chassis and body in the back. Isabel straightened it all with a few touches, and the ancient injuries to the van seemed to mend themselves. A ruined van that had been rusting for thirty years came to life in front of him. It was amazing. No, she was amazing. Kyle found himself watching Isabel's face most of all. The sim- ple joy it held was incredible.
He got down on the ground and checked her work. The frame and bumper were straight now. Body panels were smooth. The rear doors opened easily. Even the tail- lights looked new.
Kyle showed her the rusted-out frame on the side and seconds later it was whole. They circled the van smooth- ing dents and removing rust.
Checking his watch, Kyle saw that they had been there about ten minutes. They needed to hurry or Max and the others would come looking for them.
Opening the hood, Kyle showed Isabel the engine com- partment and explained to her what the engine block was, what it did, and how it looked.
'It has a crack there,' Kyle said, pointing it out. 'I don't know how far it runs.”
'I think I can get it,' Isabel said, touching it. 'That's it.”
There would still be plenty of work to do on the engine, Kyle thought. For one, it would need a new timing chain. But Dan was a mechanic, and something told Kyle he would enjoy this job.
Opening the door, he took her inside, and she removed rust and fixed holes and tears in the upholstery. She made it all look new.
'And now the fun part,' Kyle said when they got back outside.
Isabel touched the side panel of the van and concen- trated. It was like a wave of color washed over it. And then the psychedelic paint job looked like it must have when a teenager named Johnny had first applied it.
Isabel took her hand off the van.
When she was done, she smiled broadly and gave Kyle a quick, impulsive hug.
Kyle took a moment to look at the van. The tires were missing, and it still sat on cinder blocks. Otherwise it looked like it must have thirty-some years before, when Dan and his big brother had set out on the road with a group of friends to see a rock-and-roll show.
'Let's go before Dan comes looking,' Isabel said. And they left, heading toward Main Street and their own friends.
Liz watched Max as he pulled away from the diner. Bell was waving frantically. Liz waved back.
In seconds, they passed the garage, then the hill where the alien ship had sat. From there, it was just open road.
'The van sounds good, Kyle. Actually it sounds great,' Michael said.
Kyle smiled, 'Thanks. I had some extra time.”
'We really did something back there,' Liz said.
The others nodded. They all felt it. They had helped Jimmy and others they didn't even know.
'I know what you mean. You should have seen the way the paint was peeling on the diner. We got there just in time,' Michael said.
Liz heard a smack and Michael say, 'Ow!”
She smiled, and then found herself getting thoughtful. 'What do you think they wanted?' she asked.
No one answered for a long moment. Finally, Maria said, 'That's just one mystery we may never solve,
