Unnamed Journal Volume 3, Issue 2 - Page 51

“To where?” “Anywhere! I need to get away from this area for a little while. I need someone that knows this planet. You said that you’ve traveled the world, right?” “Yeah, I’ve been backpacking in a few countries, but that doesn’t mean–“ “It’s more than I know. Come with me.” “In that,” he said, pointing at the glowing craft. “Yes.” “You know, people will notice that thing flying around, right?” “No one noticed when I came here. You’re the first person to see my, what did you call it? UFO?” “I don’t know about this honey. I don’t really know you that well. I dosed a few days before we met. For all I know, I might still be tripping balls.” “You know me well enough to kiss me and lust after me; enough to drive me around in a car, potentially stranding your friend; enough to let me defend myself against the police. How is this different?” He looked at her, at the floating craft. He sighed and shrugged. “All right, Nehra. Fuck it. I’ll go with you.” She let out a delighted squeal, and kissed him fiercely. She grabbed his hand and led him toward the side of the craft. There was a light, like a spotlight, on the ground. Holding hands, they stepped into the light. Nehra said something in her native tongue, and then Ulysses felt a disorienting pop as he was instantly transported inside Nehra’s UFO.