She shivered and moved closer to his warm body. For days now, she had this strange premonition, as if everything she knew was about to change forever. As if something terrible was coming with the winter.
Maybe those flashes of memory meant she was about to remember. Or maybe they would see what these aliens were capable of.
The domed house loomed in front of them and, for one moment, she wanted to break loose of his hold, run away, and never look back. Find a place where she couldn't be confined, where she was safe from Parnell and these green freaks. Safe from the strange impulse she'd had earlier to hurt Natalie.
Inside, she saw the cake still in the kitchen. Did aliens eat cake? "We still have some of Natalie's cake. Would you like some tea with yours?" Her stomach turned at the thought of eating, but this was something a normal couple would do. She needed to be normal.
He went to the kitchen and took down a plate. "I do not care for cake or tea."