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I was new on the job, still on probation period, still figuring out what I was supposed to be doing, and still keen on following all the rules to the letter.

Caught between the burning sun and rubble radiating heat, they had waited in growing suspense since sunrise. Finally, the moment was here: first contact.

When my feet hit alien ground, I totally understood this Strongarm guy I eavesdropped on so many centuries ago.

“Can you hear me? Please wake up.” Jaro brushed the girl’s shoulder. His hand went right trough. The hour of connecting was almost over.

When I stepped out of my front door, I almost tripped over the box full of vegetables I ordered the week before. It was standing on the edge of the first floor landing, a scribbled note attached to it saying in capital letters to leave the empty box next to the street door. Exclamation point.

I was looking at pictures of Alaska again. I know, I know… I made a promise to myself not to do that anymore.