"Dear Max," a dictated letter to Max begins over a montage of Liz packing, "What's so great about normal? Do you remember when you asked me that? Back then, the answer was, 'Nothing.' Because of you, Max. Because of how much you loved me." And around and around it goes, Liz telling him that she needs reclaim normal by being away from Roswell. And as romantic a notion it is to see the open road of the desert stretching before a relieved-looking Liz, she's gonna be bumming somewhere around the Kansas/Nebraska border when she's suddenly all, "Why the living fuck wouldn't they just let me take a plane?"