After all my daydreaming about meeting an alien, can it actually be happening? I stare at Cam. She doesn’t look very … alien. Whatever that means. Except for those amazing green eyes. She’s got to be kidding, right? The silence starts to grow uncomfortable, and I give a shaky laugh and say, “You mean—? Wait. Really? You’re saying you’re actually from another planet?” “Yeah,” she says matter-of-factly. “We were here on an exploratory mission. I was supposed to stay in the ship—” I interrupt. “You’re talking about a spaceship? What did it look like?” She sighs impatiently. “Like a spaceship.” “A flying saucer?” I persist. “Technology on my planet is so advanced, it’s hard to explain,” she says. “Oh,” I say, disappointed. I want to tell her to at least try to explain it, but she keeps talking. “I was supposed to stay in the ship, but I was curious, so I got out to see what was going on. Then jeeps full of soldiers with guns drove up, and the ship had to make a really fast emergency exit.
