Debbie Sue left the grocery store pushing a heavy load of canned and dried foods. Bobby sat in the child seat, and she'd managed to tie the stroller to the cart. She hoped the wheels on the cart held out for the walk home. The cart was piled high, hopefully more than a month's worth of food. Her house had a well, she still had gas for the oven. The furnace didn't work, but on cold nights they slept wrapped up in grandpa’s old sleeping bags and her down comforter. The root cellar wasn't fancy but it didn't freeze. They would be all right for a while, warm weather was on the way.
She handed Bobby an open package of animal crackers and opened a box for herself, which she stuck into her jacket pocket. The grocery cart was so heavy it took both hands to push it.
Near home a clear chariot appeared, hovering in front of them, humming. Debbie Sue grabbed Bobby and tried to run, but a light flowed around her, sweeping her and Bobby to the ship, two stories above the street.
Debbie Sue stood in the clear ship paralyzed with terror, clutching Bobby tight, who wailed in fear. The alien—he looked male to her—was huge, seven foot tall. His form was human-like, two legs, two arms. Triangular plates ran down his spine and he had a tail, long and thick, with four lethal looking spikes and moving tentacles on the end of it. She wondered if the spikes ejected poison. His skin in front looked nearly human,being tan and smooth, but his arms had aqua scales. One six-fingered hand held a shiny silver disc covering the palm, a strap slipped over the back of his hand, and she knew it was a weapon to be feared.