Bob Harris jumped from the floor in front of the television. “What the hell is that?” The picture flared brightly, then died to a pinprick as an intense light flooded the house through the windows. As the people in the living room turned to see light searing the curtains of the large picture window at the front of the house.
The video feed to the computers on fuzzed out. Turner looked at Cooper. The Doctor moved to the corner of the room and watched the men as they worked, casting a fearful glance towards the gully.
“No,” Cooper typed commands into his computer at a furious rate.
“Did the light go early?”
“No,” intent on his work, Cooper paid little attention to Turner. “Please shut up while I work this out.”
Ian walked to the picture window as the light descended into the gully. For a moment, his body was an utterly dark shadow as he blocked the light. He pulled the curtain aside and winced in pain, then held a hand up to shade his eyes.
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He caught a brief glimpse of a ball of light descending into the gully. Damn, that Turner was good at what he did. Ian was almost frightened. Bob Harris and John Hastings joined Ian at the window. They pulled the curtains fully apart when the light turned a vibrant hue of green. Sparks of white light escaped as the object settled in the gully, then only reflecting green off the foliage as a soft pulse.
Mr. Harris neared Ian, “Jesus.”
Marie ran to the window, the video camera held to her eye. “What was it?” She could see nothing other than a glow from the gully and the reflection of the camera’s red recording light.
“Beats the hell out of me,” Ian shrugged.
“Could have been an airplane,” John’s doubtful suggestion.
“No engine noises.” Bob noted with a glance at John.
“Bob, what just happened?” Carol Harris called from the kitchen; her voice tremulous. “The clocks are blinking.”
“I don’t know.” Mr. Harris walked to the kitchen door, Marie following as she tried to catch the action. “Hand me the big flashlight, honey. I am going to go out and see what it was.”
“Can I go with?” Marie chirped.