School is back in session in January, after New Year's. (The twins set off small fireworks in the driveway - well, Andi does. Robin is invited to this event; Trouble is not, it somehow does not seem wise.)
Now it is the first weekend after the resumption of school.
Robin's supposed to be over any minute for practice for Nameless Band Which Kind Of Needs A Third Person But Bella Doesn't Want To. Andi taps out beats on her drums. Taptaptap. Taptaptap-kish. Taptaptap. Taptaptapkish.
"It's all right that I brought him, isn't it? I just - didn't want to come alone."
She takes a deep breath, lets it out, takes another.
"I couldn't sleep last night. Went for a walk. I heard a strange noise and turned around and this man came bursting out of a closed shop I'd just walked past, going like the hounds of Hell were after him—I nipped around the corner in case he came at me, but he turned the other way. He was almost to the end of the block when - " She shivers. " - Something came out of the shop after him. Went through the door without bothering to open it first, there was glass flying everywhere, and stood right under the streetlight. It was like something out of a nightmare. Big green fellow, three feet of neck with a head like a beaky dinosaur, and all over spikes and things... a tail, too, great big long tail with more spikes on the end, it was whipping around like mad before he settled down. He sort of leaned toward where the running man was, and then there was this flash of light and an awful sound, and for a second I could just see where the running man had been, this glowing orange silhouette—then nothing. Gone."
She shivers again.
"There were no cameras," she says. "You couldn't have faked that - creature, anyway, he wasn't a man in a bloody rubber suit, he was the real thing. You'd understand if you'd seen the way he moved. Anyway, I froze up and he turned around and looked right at me, but I was just barely peering around the corner and I guess he didn't see me there. He had something in his hand. Whatever he flashed the running man with, I guess. Then he went back in the shop and I bolted. That's where I got the scrapes - I fell down on the way home. Nothing chasing me, I just..." She shrugs helplessly.
"Very sure," she says. "Incredibly sure. You couldn't have fit a human into that shape. And all his parts moved. He had this great big long tail and you could see how he used it for balance, he'd go one way and it'd go the other, and the feet - he had these massive bird feet. Talons. When he was looking around he sort of - grabbed the pavement with his toes."
"Okay. So - you saw some kind of creature, maybe a really unprecedented special effect but maybe a mutant or a monster or an alien of some kind. This was an otherwise deserted street, no cameras - no obvious reason to be busting out the Muppets or the holograms - Did the guy or the monster say anything?"
"It was made of shiny metal," she recalls, "and it tapered almost to a point but sort of blunt, and it made a sound like - like a screamy whoosh. And there was a smell after it fired. Kind of a burning smell but not quite. The monster's voice was very deep and kind of growly, but it didn't sound like an animal, it sounded like an angry man muttering to himself. Except the sounds weren't quite right. I've no idea if he even could speak any human language, with that mouth. And it was, I don't know, a little after midnight."
"This one was careless enough to let Robin see it, but it and however many conspecifics it has have been discreet," says Bella, tapping her pen on her notebook. "On at least one occasion at least one - demon? we can call them that till further notice - has interacted with at least one human; it was not friendly. We can't be sure if the one demon or the one human or the one interaction is typical, especially since if it were very common more people would be going missing - although I'd want to look at statistics to be more sure that they aren't - and more doors would be broken and someone less circumspect about adults than Robin would have spotted one. Although I wonder if there's a way to cruise through a psych ward to be more sure they haven't. Robin, can you draw - or direct Andi to draw - the demon?"
Andi finishes touching up the demon, then gets more paper and draws fanciful other creatures to keep with it for camouflage. Spherical fluffy bird with eight legs, low-slung turtle-sloth hybrid with long droopy whiskers, six-headed dragon, scary unicorn with fangs and bat wings, butterfly-winged fairy with enormous compound eyes and four arms and fluffy antennae.
"That was my bet too from the way it sounded," nods Bella, "but you're the one who saw it. And if there are lots of it, if it's one of it, this isn't a mutant or an isolated science experiment - they could still be designed, but it'd be a big project, hard to hide, time-consuming, and it would mean getting a lot of groundwork science done under the radar, I'm assigning that low probability -" She scratches symbols in her notebook. "Which leaves some class of thing that sci fi has not adequately prepared us for, or aliens."
"Aliens could have all kinds of interesting tech - and that's another kind of designed they could be, easy to hide your science fair project if you do it in space, that guy is spiky enough I wouldn't be at all surprised if it were ordered up for custom ambulatory Cuisinart needs - but if this one crashed through a door, I'm betting they don't have personal teleportation. They could still have extremely fancy ways of crossing interstellar distances, or this one could be stupid or forgetful or its tech could be broken, but probably they cannot teleport. They probably also don't have personal invisibility cloaks - that doesn't rule out invisible ships, and there's still the stupid/forgetful/broken possibility, but that's two things that it would be bad for hostile aliens to have that they probably do not have."
"Unless the store has only recently become a front for alien activity, they probably maintain normal operations during the day," says Bella. "If any of us has an excuse to go to that kind of store, we can look for out of place things, there. I'm not that keen on the idea, but more information is better."
"If they're friendly and doing a bad job at it, or friendly and doing the best they can but it's not very good, then it's relatively straightforward, for contact with an alien species. If some of them are friendlier than others - depends on the exact politics of the situation, I guess. If they're all unfriendly then - documentation, lots of it, and finding some sort of trustworthy authority with more firepower than four teenagers."
"Do you guys own cameras with instant-developing film? Me and Andi have one between us. I might be able to figure out how to muffle the noise it makes. The kind that require developing is better than nothing, but we don't know how many aliens there are or whether their interactions with humans might tend to be more diplomatic. Digital is also better than nothing but it'd be harder to demonstrate that the photos were untampered with."
"And of course this only applies if there are theoretically circumstances in which you're willing to poke around potentially hostile aliens' lairs. It's possible I shouldn't make runs in person at all just because I'll trip over something and get attention while attempting to be stealthy."
A few days later, he catches Bella in the hall between classes.
"I've found out something absolutely fascinating," he says, "which I'd like to tell you privately. Very privately. When's a good time?"
"Robin," she says, "while not sleep-deprived, high, recently thwacked upside the head, or otherwise obviously compromised in her ability to make cogent observations, saw what we think is an alien -" She flips through the stack of obfuscating doodles, produces the alien - "artist's rendering, police sketch style - chase after and vaporize a guy after the guy and then the alien exited said used bookstore. Which is apparently operated by a member of the Sharing, fuck that's creepy."
"I doubt they can do it indiscriminately. And this is if they can do it at all, which is not guaranteed - it just explains Charlie way too neatly. They're probably limited in resources, or maybe range-limited so they have to balance inconspicuousness with collecting people to - pod. Which would be a damn good reason to have a The Sharing, wouldn't it."
"The Sharing could also just be an alien-allied cult, we can't lean on any of these guesses," says Bella, scribbling furiously. "Or the owner of this particular bookstore could be connected to both things independently - or could be an innocent, albeit Sharing-affiliated, dupe, whose store is being used unbeknownst - we'd need more data to know. Besides, Ethan, your parents are acting the same, right?"
"Yeah," says Ethan, "but acting the same means they don't bloody talk to me, they could be recruiting everyyone they pass on the street and I wouldn't have a clue. About the only way I'd know if they'd been replaced by alien clones is if they started taking an interest in my life."
She doesn't look at Trouble.
"If they can do pod people - which is not the only explanation but is very fitting - then that makes the potential downside of reporting the sighting to authority types way worse... Ethan, what do your folks do for a living? Charlie's a cop. If they have any discrimination, if that's the kind of person they grab..."
He laughs softly. "Yeah. It's like... it's like most of the time, he barely notices me, and then when it's time to play he's on me like a starving dog. It wasn't that way at all, before. Used to be more - even. Now it's like he's got a couple hours here and there and the rest of the time God is looking over his shoulder and he has to act like nothing's up."
"Like he kind of doesn't give a shit about anything in the house, he's just there killing time and pretending to be Reggie until he can get back to what matters," says Trouble. "Reggie was never like that. I mean, you know, he didn't have great interests, but he had interests. I figured... I don't know what the hell I figured. But it makes too much sense now that I've thought of it. There's Reggie and then there's Fake Reggie."
Bella flips through her notes, goes over all the facts again. Robin saw and heard these things, described them this way. Ethan found this fact which may connect the sighting and the Sharing, it dovetails with this behavior of Charlie's - and now that behavior of Reggie's - but Ethan's own parents are displaying nothing out of the limited ordinary. She reconstructs her reasoning about aliens versus demons or domestic science projects, and what tech they probably don't have.
"If they do replace people, I'd be more surprised if Ethan noticed anything from his parents," says Trouble. "Because they replace them pretty well, right? Reggie didn't come home from a meeting and turn nice, your dad didn't start acting like a totally different person. And faking Ethan's parents to Ethan is a cinch, you'd have to be seriously clueless to fuck it up. Nah, if you wanna know if Ethan's parents are pod people, you should find out from somebody who actually knows them. A coworker or something."
"Yeah, but evidence for what? About what? Maybe we shouldn't even bother looking at Ethan's parents," he says. "Maybe we should start finding other members and seeing if they're pod people. Whoever we can find out about without tipping off the brain-eating alien cult. There, I had another bright idea."
"Pod people, zappers, however they're hiding when they're monster-shaped, and, if they are aliens after all, however they got here," clarifies Bella. "That's the realistic minimum - they could theoretically be here by accident and not have that mechanism under control, crash landing or surprise portal or something - and the hiding could be by relatively mundane mechanisms, but still."
"Pod people can turn into monsters and that one so chose for some reason even though he wound up using a ranged weapon, there's a secret passage or compartment or something to a monster hideout, they can teleport but under relatively limited circumstances, it sprouted there overnight - hideout requires the fewest extra assumptions, but it could be any of those."
"Next question's why either of them was there," says Trouble. "I'd almost say it has to be hideout. Otherwise you have to explain what else they were doing there and how it went so badly south that Mister Pointy ran out on the street to zap the guy. And he went back in afterward, too, didn't he? To do what? Crawl back into his hole, I bet. Or I guess he could've been going to get chewed out by his boss first - but then why was the boss in there?"