| "Umm...Where'd the truck go?" |
| Ryan was ecstatic: "I think its right where we left it. You can see it over the edge--look! I think we've overcome gravity! We're flying!!" |
| It must be a dream, but Ryan was right; we WERE flying. The truck was visible, far below... |
| Ryan, me, the motorcycle, the farmhouse, and most of the farm itself, hovered at an altitude of maybe 300 feet. |
| It was steady as a rock. The electrostatic buzzing noise gradually dissipated. |
| Meanwhile, interesting events were developing on the radar at the local North Pacific Homeland Security Monitoring Station (not the least of which was Captian Pesterville's attentions to a cute young E7 ranked recon officer.) "No response to our hailing, sir." |
| In the next few moments, planes were airborn. |
| "Flight leader to Alpha...estimated contact with the unidentified object in 95 minutes." |
