the edge of the highway to gaze at them.
Among the blanket of specks, we saw meteors falling and satellites circling, but then something caught our eyes that seemed to move like nothing else in the sky.’
‘A close encounter of the first kind,’ the man mumbled, already transfixed by Nico’s account.
Nico continued. ‘It was a tiny point of light, like the tip of a pen; that seemed to be spelling things out in a language we had never seen. That’s the only way I can describe how it moved. We were so entranced by it we didn’t even notice that it was getting larger and closer with each sweep.
What followed only comes back to me in fragments, probably because it was all too much for my brain to handle.
For some reason they only took me. My friend here was left behind. I remembered looking out a window from a great height to see him lying on the ground near our car. However, something inside my head assured me he was alright.
When I turned around, I found myself surrounded by a blinding light, similar to what those who have had an out of body experience would describe. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the silhouettes of several beings, tall and thin, standing before me.
Through my thoughts, they told me that after years of studying our world they were finally about to make their presence known. What truly happened at Roswell would be revealed to all. To prove their sincerity, they gave me that fragment from the wreckage which is now sitting on your desk.’
‘A close encounter of the fourth kind,’ the congressman whispered