SPACE MOM

Here's the whole, sad, embarrassing story. I come from a long line of angels. My mom and dad are angels, but they don't exactly have a great track record. Their last assignments went a little haywire.

Mom's most recent charge was Monica Lewinsky. All she did was plant the idea, "Be all you can be to the President." Well, you know how THAT ended.

Dad's no better. He was supposed to watch over the head of PR for the WB. He was so intent on raising their awareness about Roswell and the aliens that he TOTALLY forgot to plant any seeds about the humans! As a result, the promos and the poster have left the humans out! Now he's on probation.

So, now I've come of age to begin angel duties myself. But my credibility is already compromised. I've been assigned to Max Evans because my boss says his life is already so screwed up that I can't do any more damage!

They've named me "Behr up," for both personal and professional reasons (I'm sure they are obvious to you). Wish me luck.

I've been given certain basic powers, with the promise that as I perfect them, I'll be trusted with more. For now, I can immediately home in on Max wherever he is, and read his thoughts, both conscious and subconscious. I can also try to influence him, although I haven't had much practice at that yet, so I make no promises.

I can also arrange the physical environment to help him out of a tough spot or to make it more romantic, until he catches on that he is meant to be with Liz and does it on his own.

I'm musical, so I'll use that whenever it fits the situation. I haven't quite figured out how that will help yet.

I'm terrible at medical emergencies, so I hope some of the others assigned to this boy know something about that. I'd hate to lose him before I got a chance to show what I can do and restore the family honor!