“They exist, you know.”

“What?”

“You know what I’m saying. Them, with their pale skin and tall stature, them with just not the right amount of fingers..”

“No, I get it, I-“

“..it makes you think like they’re almost like trying to mimick us.”

“..Huh?”

I forced my head up, glancing away from where I previously absorbed myself in my work, where my thick, gloved hands prodded at a piece of curious metal.

My eyes met hers, and within them I saw the unfamiliar, thick gaze of someone so captivated, totally entranced by something that it teetered on the edge of obsession. An emotion that I’ve only seen once before, from some killer’s messy mugshot that appeared on TV. Subconsciously, I shrunk away from that suffocating look, tilting head back downwards to avoid her avid stare.

I replied as my hands regained their motion, albeit with a slight stutter.

“So, what if they are.. What does that mean for us, then?”

“They are, and they exist. That’s how I got this piece of metal,” she stated, ignoring my question all together to point at the chunk I was messing with. I must’ve let something slip past, as while she still focused upon my face, she mentioned in a fast voice that “I could show you where I got it from. It’s not far from here. It’s practically a drice away.”

“..a drive away, you say.”

“Yes, a drive away.”

My parents always said to never allow a kidnapper to bring you to the second location, but since I’ve learned about them, from then on I decided to ignore their “well-meaning” advice. Besides, the way she said it so confidently practically forced me to believe her, because clearly she was more in the know of these aliens things than I was. After a lengthy pause, I nodded.

“Alright then, count me in.”

I shouldn’t have believed her; maybe that warning was practically my parents’ only sound advice. I thought that as I lay stuffed, cramped in that backseat with the two, puffed up bags of supplies that, of all things, should’ve at least have had a phone charger.

I ran out of battery fairly early on in this ‘drive away,’ and since she had plenty of bags bursting at the seams, I figured she’d at least bring one. “No” was her answer, and now, I was out in the middle of snowy nowhere, going at a steady pace towards the mountains. I knew she planned to keep me alive from rummaging through those bags, but what else she planned I didn’t have a single clue of. Something about aliens..

“We’re here.”

“Oh, already?” I joked.

“Yes.” She stated back, clearly not laughing. As she frees herself from the seatbelt, I get to shaling and tilting myself about, slipping out from between the two packs. It took awhile, and I almost slammed my head into a carseat when I did so, but more alarming than that was the view infront of me.

An UFO.

In the middle of nowhere.