        As eager and apprehensive as he was for another meeting with the alien—if it was even there—Dale couldn’t help but pause as he broke out of the trees just in time to watch the sun come up over Lake Michigan.  Another good reason to pause was to give his glasses time to adjust: they had darkened almost immediately when he got out of the trees, and for a moment he couldn’t help but think of the peril-sensitive sunglasses in The Hitchhiker’s Guide.  Well, if they turned completely opaque, it was probably time to consider running.  His canoe was stashed just behind the rise, and he was reasonably confident he could get the craft into the water in very few seconds, given the proper motivation—such as being pursued by aliens.  Maybe someday that would be an Olympic event.