Watch it now
with a billion stars.
Atop a building, a wrought-iron sign -- a HAMMER-WIELDING
BLACKSMITH -- spins listlessly in the wind as a swirling
breeze kicks up. A hint of what's to come.
at the sky.
positions a MAGNETOMETER, so its monitor calibrates with the
well, rubbing his head.
Oh-- watch your head.
Thanks. So what's this "anomaly"
of yours supposed to look like?
It's a little different each time.
Once it looked like, I don't know,
melted stars, pooling in a corner
of the sky. But last week it was a
rolling rainbow ribbon--
"Racing "˜round Orion?" I've always
said you should have been a poet.
Hey, Darcy. Pass up the bubbly and
my gloves, will you?
Not until you see it!
he'd be to see you now.
Jane's grin fades to a sad smile.
The benefit of the doubt.
The two stare out at the sky expectantly. A long beat while
they scan the skies. Nothing. Jane's worried.
It's never taken this long before.
Can I turn on the radio?
(an edge to her voice)
Sure, if you like rocking out to
KFRM, "All agriculture, all the
Worried, Jane heads back down into the vehicle.
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