Isabel closed her eyes to focus her attention on the sounds of the orbs without being distracted by their shimmering beauty. Yes, there was a new sound. So low and deep, it was almost inaudible.

She began to hum, calling the dream orb to her. The sound grew closer. Isabel opened her eyes and stretched out her arms. She hummed louder, coaxing the orb closer. She smiled as it spun into her hands.

It will probably be some middle-aged guy who just moved to town, Isabel thought. He'll be having some gross dream about him and a supermodel. Sometimes when you peeked into people's dreams, you saw some really icky stuff. Stuff that made you want to run into the bathroom and wash your hands.

Isabel took a deep breath and peered into the orb. All she could see was her own face reflected back at her. Weird. The surface of the other orbs was translucent, making it easy to see the dream inside. But the surface of this new orb looked like metal, like bronze, but thinner than a sheet of paper and soft.

It definitely wasn't enough to keep Isabel out. She drew her hands apart, humming low in her throat. The dream orb expanded until it was too large to hold in her arms. She released it and it continued to grow. When it was large enough, Isabel stepped inside. The orb re-formed behind her.

Whoa. This was much better than some sweaty guy's dream. This was awesome. Truly.

Isabel stood on a deserted beach. The sun had almost set, and the darkening sky was splashed with deep reds and oranges. The air smelled ozone charged, the way it usually did after a storm. But it didn't look as if it had rained recently.

This is someone's dream, Isabel reminded herself. Don't look for logic.

It didn't feel like a dream, though. For one thing, it was way too static. There were a few tiny birds chasing the waves when they went out and running away from them when they came back in, but that was it. If this was a regular dream, something would be happening.

And where was the dreamer? Okay, in some dreams the dreamer didn't quite look like himself, but whoever was having this dream should be here in some form. Could the dreamer be dreaming he was one of those little birds? That would be sort of a nice dream.

Isabel decided as long as she was going to be hanging out here, she might as well enjoy herself. And she wasn't really dressed for the beach. An instant later Isabel had on a bright orange bikini with a gauzy wraparound skirt. Her feet were bare, and she had a big tropical fruit drink in one hand. She decided to give herself a nice golden tan, too. She loved how easy it was to manipulate reality in a dream.

Isabel wandered along the shore, her feet sinking deep into the sand with each step. The sand felt so soft, as soft as dusting powder. She had never seen such small grains.

The sky grew completely dark, and the moon came out. Isabel sat down and stared up at it. That's when she realized that there wasn't one moon in the sky-there were two. Both perfectly full and glowing with a silver light.

A breeze kicked up, blowing Isabel's hair across her face. A moment later her hair was up in an elegant twist. She wished she had this much power when she was awake! She'd never have to suffer through another bad hair day.

Clouds drifted across the moons. Acid green clouds.

Isabel felt her heart give a little flutter in her chest. She had seen clouds like those before. She and Max and Michael had all come out of their pods with memories of their home planet. Max figured they were some kind of species memories, memories all the people on their planet were born with. Those acid green clouds-that's where she had seen them before. In one of her species memories.

Why were those clouds in this dream? It would make sense if it were Max or Michael doing the dreaming. But they definitely weren't. Isabel knew exactly what their dream orbs looked like.

It's just a coincidence, she told herself. Acid green clouds could turn up in anyone's dreams. It's not like humans couldn't imagine weird-colored clouds.

Isabel shoved herself to her feet and headed down the beach. She came to a stand of trees. They were short, shorter than she was, with peeling, papery bark. She had never seen anything like them, but she wasn't a biology head like Max. These trees could be some ordinary earth variety for all she knew.

She reached out and pulled off a strip of the flaky bark. Red sap, as glossy as nail polish, began to leak from the tree. The scent hit her nose-sharp and tangy. And familiar. But familiar only from one of her species memories.

Whose dream was this? Why couldn't she see them? Was the dreamer hiding from her? Watching her? That had never happened before. But she had never encountered an orb with a metallic surface before, either. She had never had a dream match up with her species memories.

"Where are you?" Isabel cried. "Who are you?"

This was getting too creepy. She wanted to get out of here. Next time she would bring Max and Michael into the dream orb with her and they could explore together.

Isabel stumbled away from the tree. Two strong hands caught her by the waist, steadying her. Then she was pulled up against a broad, bare chest. All hard muscle under smooth skin. She knew she should jerk away. But it just felt too good.

"Looking for me, Isabel?" a low male voice asked. The feel of warm breath against her ear sent shivers through her.

"Who are you?" Isabel demanded. She started to turn around-and the dream broke. She was back on her bed, back in her regular clothes.

She sat up, feeling groggy and disoriented. She dipped her fingers in the glass of water that she had placed on her nightstand earlier and splashed some water on her face. It helped a little. But she still felt half asleep.

That's it! Isabel drew a sigh of relief. She must have fallen asleep before she entered the plane where the dream orbs were visible. That explained everything-the strange metallic orb, the acid green clouds, the way it felt like there was no dreamer in the dream.

Isabel was the dreamer. Yeah, that explained everything.

Well, everything except those two strange bursts of unexplained power. Those weren't part of her dream.

Max tilted back his head, enjoying the feeling of the sun shining down on his face. In another month or so it would be too cold to eat lunch in the quad. But today the weather was perfect. He liked the way he, Liz, Alex, Michael, Maria, and Isabel had gotten in the habit of eating together. Of course, he would like anything that gave him the chance to spend a little more time with Liz. But that wasn't the only reason. Being surrounded by people who knew the truth about him-and cared about him, anyway-was still an amazing feeling.

"Well, hush my mouth. Look who's come calling," Alex said in an overdone southern accent.

Max glanced over his shoulder and saw Elsevan DuPris heading across the quad, dressed in his usual rumpled white suit, white Panama hat, and white shoes.

"Well, hello there, children," DuPris drawled as he strolled up to them. His southern accent sounded almost as fake as Alex's. "I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you would be so kind. I'm working on a story for my little paper."

DuPris's little paper was the Astral Projector. It was Roswell's answer to the National Enquirer. Except Roswell being Roswell, all the stories were about aliens. Max had never read an issue. The headlines were bad enough. "Alien Baby Melts Mother with a Single Kiss" kinds of deals.

"I'm sorry. I told my lawyer I wouldn't talk to the press unless she was present. I'm always being hideously misquoted," Alex said.

DuPris ignored him. "I heard that something a tad unusual happened at the football game the other day. Something about a mascot behaving in a most peculiar way, almost defying the laws of physics. Can any of you tell me anything about that?"