Jack and Greg stare up at the house. Both have been looking at it for half an hour trying to figure out how the hell it got up there.

“Do you think a tornado did it?” says Greg as he focuses on the house so intensely that Jack thought he could see steam coming off of his head in the cool early morning.

“Greg, when was the last time you’ve seen a tornado here. Plus not a single shingle’s missing. It’s like it just appeared up there.”

Greg ponders for quite a long time before speaking. “Maybe a helicopter dropped it here.”

“Really? I’m not even gonna try to find a response to that.”

“Well what do you think?”

“Fuck if I know. Aliens maybe.”

“I may not be the brightest, but at least my theories are possible. Aliens don’t even…”

Before Greg could finish his sentence a white flash fills the sky and a massive egg shaped ship appears above the house. At the bottom of the ship a small hole opens up and a slender blue fish-like creature floats down to attack a white cable to the roof of the house. Then there’s another flash and the house and ship are gone. They both stare at each other with their eyes and mouth wide open. From that day forward Greg never questioned a thing that come out of Jack’s mouth.