Chapter 8

They’d become intimate without having been intimate.

One day, at Armand’s house, they’d finished working their way through the latest YouTube videos of UFOs captured by cameras in Italy, the U.K., and Peru when Ben took them to a website called Our Alien Visitors

“This has some great videos on it. And they’re all ranked. See this. Fake. And…if you look down here, it tells you how they know it’s fake. But look at this one. From New Zealand.”

A silver cigar-shaped craft had been filmed sliding through the sky to great excitement from unseen children. It was moving at a glacial rate towards some hills, and when it reached the hills, it disappeared. There were no clouds, no shadows. The craft simply vanished into thin air.

“They do that, you know,” said Ben. “They cloak themselves. Sometimes they also use clouds to camouflage themselves.”

He scrolled further down, speeding past one sighting after another. Then he stopped.

“Hang on,” he said. “What’s this?”