Sound the Alarm “Hey, what’s that noise?” “Eh?” Amp grunted absent-mindedly. He was lying on his side next to the track pad on my mom’s laptop, rubbing his stuffed belly, totally absorbed in the movie. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed with the computer in front of me. “Hey,” I said, gently poking the back of his head with my pinky finger. “Can you hear that?” “I can hear you interrupting the movie,” he said. “Now shush.” “Seriously,” I said, poking his shoulder now. “Knock it off, Zack,” he said, shrugging his poked shoulder. “C’mon, Amp, listen.” “Quiet!” he said, waving his hand at me. “The mummy is coming. I love this part!” I slapped the space bar and paused the movie. “What are you—?” “Can you hear it now?” We both listened in the silence. It was a faraway tinkling, buzzing sound. Or beeping. It wasn’t the kind of sound I had ever heard before. “That sounds pretty dang alien to me,” I whispered. He jumped to his feet and held up his hands to silence me as he strained to hear the noise.
What do You think about Alien In My Pocket #4 (2014)?
