Mr Dawkins paused to shout a greeting, "Morning Joanne,filthy weather eh?"John automatically responded, "It certainly is, Robert. You look afteryourse...f."Moving on to the drive, John realised that Mr. Dawkins had died 5 yearssgo and he hadn't known his first name. Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In a way that was a relief that be hadn't been exposed as somecross dressing wierdo but what on earth was goin on?After a few steps down the drive, John turned to look back at the houseand. Only two of the Earth ships did not make it back to their base on the Moon."Yes!" Caprio's fist pumped in an uncharacteristic gesture as he watched the video feed from the Earth Defense fleet. For the first time in memory, the alien fighters were in retreat! "Take that, you alien assholes!"The President's cabinet watched in amusement - those who weren't engaging in their own celebrations - as the normally reserved President enjoyed a brief release from his usual restraint."Not bad for a lame. She decides to get in touch. So what does she do?’ ‘That bloody stupid programme on the radio,’ I answered. ‘I don’t think she was expecting you to be listening. I think it was a romantic gesture, hinting to the world in general and perhaps you in particular that she loves you. Perhaps one of her flatmates dared her to. I’ll bet she was staggered when you replied. I bet there was a delay before she got in touch?’ ‘Well, yes,’ I said thoughtfully. Sarah had told me as much and this had been my. She turned back on the car, and we headed off to school.Out of the mouths of babes?My day at school was quite ordinary. That may sound strange, but I have been looking forward for a few of these kinds of days.The WICKED rehearsals were really getting tight, and after school each day we had GSS rehearsals. All moving us toward Saturday, which was our Firefighter Concert at Garfield Park ... an outdoor facility called Macallister Center for the Performing Arts up north in Indianapolis.Oh Damn!.