[Recorder clicks on — soft beep]

  Hello? Hello?

  It’s fully charged… why won’t it work?

  (Female voice in the background): Oooh, you broke it.

  No, it’s not broken. Mic check. One, two…

  Oh. The red light’s on.

  (Female voice): Yes, it’s on.

  Yeah. It’s on. So… where was I?

  (Female voice, giggling): The body from the sky.

  Oh, right. Now go on — play with your toys, or eat something. I’m busy.

  Ahem. Ahem.

  So there I was. Lying on the ground. A body on top of me.

  I tried to push it off so I could get free. But no

  matter how hard I tried, this woman was unbelievably heavy. I may look meek… but I’m not weak.

  (Female voice shouting from afar): Yes, you are! —laughing—

  Oh! Be quiet.

  Ahem.

  I started getting anxious. I felt helpless. Hopeless.

  And then… a phone rang.

  I turned my head, searching for the sound. When I looked up to my right, I saw my phone. It must’ve flown out of my pocket during the impact.

  Now I had to pull my arms out.

  It was awkward. Painful. But with everything I had left — I pulled.

  Finally, I managed to free my right arm. I reached for the phone. Still ringing.

  Caller ID: Faye.

  I answered quickly, asking her for help — but it wasn’t Faye.

  It was Jericho. He was just using her phone to check on me.

  Oh. Even better.

  I told Cho to come help me immediately. He thought I was joking.

  How could I joke with a butt-naked woman — who feels like she weighs 400 pounds — crushing me?

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  Cho activated the location tracker on Faye’s phone and said he’d be there as soon as possible.

  I waited nearly an hour.

  My legs were going numb.

  Then, from the darkness, I heard Jericho shouting my name.

  *coughs* — excuse me —

  He reached me… and froze.

  Then he burst into manic laughter.

  (Female voice shouting from afar): Hahahaha!

  I was completely flabbergasted.

  I told him to stop laughing and help me.

  He tried to pull himself together, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. Then — like a gentleman — he removed his favorite jacket and covered the naked woman on top of me.

  (Female voice): Such a gentleman.

  Pause.

  He grabbed her arms and tried pulling her off me — but he struggled.

  She barely budged.

  So we tried another method.

  I push. He pulls.

  “One… two… threeeeee!”

  YES!

  We finally rolled her off me.

  She landed face down. We still couldn’t see her face.

  Jericho helped me up — even dusted me off.

  He asked who she was and what I did to her.

  I told him she fell from the sky.

  His eyes widened… then he exploded into laughter again.

  I just stood there, waiting for him to finish.

  He stopped when he saw I wasn’t joking.

  He apologized. I just shook my head.

  (Female voice): Are you done? I’m hungry.

  Not yet. Go to the kitchen. I’m at the best part.

  “So?”

  Aaaah — ahem.

  We had to roll her over.

  With the last of our strength, we flipped her face up.

  — Jericho farted.

  (Female voice, giggling): It was you!

  Be quiet, please.

  Long pause.

  I brushed her hair away from her face.

  Jericho’s jaw dropped.

  She was… glowing.

  Beautiful beyond reason.

  Her skin looked like it had been dusted with diamonds, shimmering under the starlight.

  Jericho whispered she might be an angel.

  He quickly adjusted his jacket to cover her properly and checked for a pulse.

  It was there.

  He panicked.

  (Female voice): You were the one who panicked!

  Ugh.

  We decided to bring her to my lab.

  Together, we lifted her — adjusting grips every few steps — and carried her to Jericho’s truck, about fifty yards from the praying point.

  After an excruciating effort, we got her into the truck and drove straight to my lab.

  And then… more lifting.

  We brought her to the bunkroom and laid her on the bed.

  Jericho, still oddly gentlemanly, wrapped her in a blanket.

  We had no idea what she was.

  But we noticed something.

  A strange glowing pink crystal embedded in her forehead.

  It was mesmerizing.

  Hypnotic.

  I couldn’t stop staring at it.

  I wanted to touch it.

  And when I did—

  It fell off.

  It hit the floor.

  And rolled under the bed.

  Jericho and I looked at each other.

  Confused.

  Then suddenly—

  Her eyes snapped open.

  She shot upright, gasping for air.

  Jericho drew his sidearm and aimed.

  When she saw the gun, she screamed.

  The gun was ripped from his hand by an unseen force.

  Her scream lasted nearly a full minute.

  It was deafening. Everything vibrated.

  I thought my ears were bleeding.

  Then silence.

  She stared at us.

  Her eyes—

  Heterochromia.

  Left eye: glowing blue like a diamond.

  Right eye: golden yellow, flickering like a star.

  Jericho and I were backed into the corner.

  I was hugging him tightly.

  He was terrified too — I know he was — but he stood his ground.

  We waited.

  Bracing for whatever came next.

  Then suddenly—

  Her eyes rolled upward.

  And she collapsed back onto the bed.

  Asleep.

  That’s when it became clear.

  This wasn’t just exciting.

  It was terrifying.

  And this—

  beep… beep… beep…

  (Female voice): Battery low again.

  Oh, come on.

  I need a new recorder.

  (Female voice): Or you could just build one. You’re a genius, right?

  …

  Long pause.

  Static.

  —beeeeeeeep—

  [Recorder Off]