“What happened?” Alan asked his friend Sam.
“You know that homeless guy who hangs out behind the Starbucks? He bit me,” Sam replied, cradling his forearm.
“Were you bothering him?”
“I don’t think so. I was just coming out with my drink.”
Alan shrugged. “Sucks.”
“Yeah, it stings, too,” said Sam testily.
They continued walking toward Alan’s car, parked a ways down the block.
Sam staggered, and then fell against a wall.
Alan leapt to help him up. By doing so, he just missed getting vaporized by a thick bolt of light that hit the ground where he’d just been standing.
A shadow fell over the two men. Sam looked up to see an enormous flying saucer hovering above them.
Alan turned to him and offered a completely unnecessary observation. “I didn’t think we were going to go in that direction.”
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