“Yes about that,” he cleared his throat. “I want Ashley back home.”

“Excuse me,” the blonde asked with a frown.

“I want Ashley back home, where she belongs,” Raife repeated. “During Ashley’s reports back to me she would go on and on about love and you. It was endless. I did not expect her to find love here on Earth. So, I borrowed your mother’s form and set to sabotage your relationship with her.”

“No wonder things have been so weird,” Spencer muttered. “You wanted to split Ashley and me up? Why?”

“Earth is not a safe place for my little Martian,” Raife defended. “America alone is a dangerous enough place. You beings shoot at each other for Zypho sakes! Besides, you were out to break Ashley’s heart anyway. I knew you sounded too good to be true…. well, for a human. I knew she would get hurt.”

The blonde looked down guilty. “I know I hurt Ashley,” she whispered. “But, I know better now. I think … no, I know I’m in love with her.”

“You sure have a funny way of showing it,” Raife scoffed. “I did not even have to do much. You did all the work for me in splitting the two you up. Now, I know she will want to come home back to me, where it is safe.”

“Wait,” Spencer frowned. “You’re taking Ashley back home?”

“That is correct; as soon as I get the call from her I am taking her back that instant. She has been here long enough,” Raife replied smugly.

“You can’t take her away from me,” the blonde said sternly.

“Watch me,” the Martian replied in a deep voice. He gave her a quick wink and then suddenly disappeared from the room.

“Oh no,” Spencer whispered as she ran out of the house. Surprisingly enough Ashley hadn’t gone too far. She found the Martian mopping around the corner on a quiet street.

“What are you doing here?” Ashley growled glaring at the blonde. “Have you not done enough damage already?”

Spencer hunched over and took in some deep breaths. Yes, the Martian hadn’t wondered too far from the house but it was still a long run and the blonde was no athlete.

“Ashley … I … you … me,” she huffed.