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The temporary population influx hadn't gone unnoticed by Liz Parker. It had kept her busy with customers, natives and captives alike, coming and and out of the Crashdown. It was like a Crash Festival week with tourists coming and going as they pleased, crowds of people filling the streets. Though the streets of Taxon were still foreign to her, the sight had given her a sense of nostalgia that almost made her feel comfortable in Taxon. Almost. There was no presence of her parents, trying to manage the crowds, nor was there Michael and the rest of the kitchen staff complaining about the rush, and all the other familiar faces of Roswell.

She missed home.

Now, however, the café was virtually empty. Liz sat at the bar, silver alien antenna headband discarded off to the side as she refilled sugar containers. It didn't really need to be done, but it kept her busy.

"That was actually kind of nice, don't you think? Not that I'm saying those people being brought here, even for a short time, was a good thing at all, but it was different. Made this place feel livelier, for a little while."

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"Well, it let us know that people can leave," Alexis points out. She's glad about that. "Dad isn't here anymore, which means they sent him home, right?" She'd been told by some of the adults that people sometimes left, had seen a few announcements herself over the network, but there was something about having it happen to someone she knew that made it real for Alexis.

"Maybe we can figure out how to get out now that we're pretty sure people can go."

"People have left before, from what I hear," Liz adds. "We just don't have any control over it. The aliens are the ones with the keys to the exit, not us. They've got it somewhere on a hook out of reach - and I don't know where I'm going with that."

At that, Alexis can't help but giggle, just a little. She smiles though. "We just need to find the hook. And maybe a ladder. And a better metaphor." She likes this other girl, especially since she seemed to think this wasn't set in stone, like so many of the others. "I'm Alexis. I should probably have mentioned that earlier."

Liz laughs, herself. "I'm going to place my vote for a better metaphor. I'm Liz. It's nice to meet you, Alexis."

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