Small hands touched everything; furniture, fixtures, and people.

They lingered over the people, their touch hesitant.

The people stood or sat where they had been when the wave had hit the house, their eyes alive and frightened as the small creatures touched them and probed the intricacies of their bodies.

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The aliens harvested the impressions they needed for now.

They injected devices into the skin of the humans, aiding in tracking of their movements. They erased memories, leaving lost time.

A human taken.

Placed on the sled with the bodies of the other men and the objects the aliens had taken from the house. Slowly, the sled made its way from the house and entered the woods.

The aliens closed the door and made a few final touches to the setting, then joined the sled on its way to the ship.