Walking home from the corner store on Kishwaukee (the neighborhood store from my old neighborhood in Rockford), holding armfuls of groceries. The sky was densely covered with high, dark clouds. Suddenly, several F-16s in a very wide formation swept through the sky, obliterating the clouds and leaving it a marvelous range of reds and deep purples, with a vibrant orange highlight. I dropped all of my groceries and ran home. "I’ve gotta get my camera. I can’t miss this shot." When I arrived home, I found some letters from Tracey left in a book of mine that she had. I didn’t get the shot, but was eventually out in the street. The change in the sky was part of a hostile alien plan and at one point I was up in the clouds, watching as the F-16s were trying to fight off even more clouds, which were apparently the invading aliens.