After my roommate went missing they started with me. They thought I had killed her. Why would I kill her? We had been best friends since pre-school. We didn't argue about anything. We were perfect roommates. When they couldn't find any evidence, they had to let me go. Her family still blames me and has since given up hope. I never stopped searching.

They couldn't find any clues because they were looking in the wrong places. They didn't know her like I did. They searched both of our web histories. But, they never found anything out of the ordinary. That's only because they didn't know her. 

All those searches for alien life. She never had any interest in aliens. She wouldn't develop one over night. I followed her searches and went through her notebooks. Dozens of pages of scrap paper with strange symbols. There was some kind of code she was trying to crack, and I think she did. I know she did. She was too smart not to. I think I've deciphered her solution.

That's why I'm here in the middle of nowhere on the anniversary of the day she went missing. I start to give up hope when a strange light blinds men. Then there she is. Standing right in front of my car smiling and waving like nothing has happened.

"I missed you so much," is the only thing I can say as I rush to hug her.

"Ready to go," she asks holding me tight.

"Wherever you want to go."

"Let's go home. I've got so much to tell you."

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