"It was you. Maybe they erased your memories. Maybe we're all clones like some people think. But I'd swear that the person here was as much Michael Guerin as you are. But I won't hold you to anything that happened here." A small, a very small, smile and nudged Michael's side. "Even if some things are just cosmic."

"And leaving Roswell is overrated. I went all around the world only to find what I was looking for right in my own backyard." Michael, of course. He'd definitely fallen for Forrest, but when the time came to make a choice, he'd chosen to stay. And the decision hadn't been about Michael, but it had led him right back all the same. For good this time.

"I don't stop eating, but... I try to be careful. If there's a party, I only indulge when I'm with someone I'm okay losing control with. Because yeah. Both of those were me. The ship was years ago. I wasn't caught under the spell, but the man I was with, it was almost like a siren was calling. I followed, tried to snap him out of it, and got killed. The hot chocolate was more recent. It wasn't terrible, just unexpected. And maybe a little awkward after."