Where as Mrs Amsel was married to a wealthy banker...who had unfortunately disappeared on a business trip in South America 6 months ago, leaving their...joint account empty and rumours of foreign mistress.A voice behind Mrs Amsel reminded her, in a thick accent to do the back of the oven as well. She didn't respond but made a point of reaching further in so it was clear she was scrubbing the back as instructed. The two young black girls watching, they liked watching the old bitch do any house. Yeah, we had all missed out on our childhoods by going to war so young, so I guess they both had a right to be admiring the cars we had seen in that cave. By the time we got to the top of the hill, one of the Whispers was already setting down in the circle of flares. When Masters and his group got out, we got in and headed back to the base. I left a few instructions there for Preacher and grabbed my Jeep and headed for the cabin.I stopped by the small pond and called the Director to tell him. I was terrified. More terrified than I had ever beenin my entire life. I was too scared to move, and both of my friends seemed tobe in the same state. The people slowly walked towards us. Their heads were solarge. Their eyes proportionally huge compared to the rest of their head, andwithout any color. Just black. Their bodies seemed skinny and they walked witha peculiar gate. Their skin was a dull, earthy tone. I was looking at 'Greys',a kind of space alien I wouldn't know what to call until a. ” She teared up and started to cry.I leaned in and hugged her gently. “What’s wrong? It’s good news, Abby.”“Is it? What kind of life will our child have, Norm? There are twenty-one of us here. Is that even enough to survive?”Her statement hit me, and I clung to her as my mind raced. “I don’t know,” I told her, “but we have to try. As long as we’re here, we keep on trying to live.”She took a moment to compose herself, and then she sat back and dabbed her eyes with a tissue. I returned to my.