<span style="font-family:Arapey"><span style="font-size: 15px">Valinor began to move and Allison lurched into motion herself, following his movements around the perimeter if the tranquil pond. She reached into her bag as she walked and grabbed a pad of paper and a pencil. Whether it would seem rude or not, she needed something to take notes on, something that would help her track her thoughts. She tried to divide her attention between what Valinor was saying but also her surroundings. If she had been smart, she would have grabbed a camera from the store room. Oh well. She supposed her phone would have to do, even if the photos wouldn't be the best of quality.<br/>
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The further along the lake they moved the more interesting flora she saw. There was the scrubby Pinon pine from a more desertous climate, snow drops from the frigid northern climates, as well as flowering trees that looked like the Japanese cherry blossom trees. It was fascinating to see so many different ecosystems represented in one place. She also wondered how on earth such a thing was even possible! What sort of technology was being used to sustain this variety of life? Allie jotted down notes, documenting the things she was hearing, certainly, but also the things she saw. She scribbled frantically, only just remembering to keep the writing legible so she could reference it later. <i>Connections to other species,</i> she wrote quickly, followed by <i>evolution of plant and non-sentient life.</i> She spared only the briefest of thoughts for his odd last comment, putting it down with the rest of her notes.<br/>
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It wasn't until she'd written  down the last of his words that she really took in and understood what he was saying. She stopped in her tracks, reading over what she had written over and over again to make sure she had heard him correctly. There was an alien race on a path towards earth and upon their arrival they would steal all of earth's resources, leaving the planet desolate and uninhabitable. It was obvious the human race wouldn't last that long in those sort of conditions; it would be the end of them. Allison lifted her head uncertainly, meeting Valinor's cool gaze, scrutinizing his expression for any sort of reaction or intent. He was stoic, seeming more interested in <i>her</i> reaction.<br/>
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Her initial reaction was shock. That was quickly followed by fear and finally a sense of despair. Was it better to know when and how you were going to die? Or would it have been easier for death to surprise them all? Frankly, she wasn't sure which was the lesser of the evils. She had to work past her emotions though, she chided herself mentally. It was her job as a reporter to get the facts with as little emotional bias as possible. It took her several long minutes and she found she couldn't quite look Valinor in the eye as she processed her emotions. When she did finally look up at him, there was confusion but also steely resolve in her green eyes.<br/>
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"So... what?" She began quietly her voice composed. "You've come here to warn us then? To tell us how, or even <i>if</i>, we can defend ourselves against these things?" She paused, another, perhaps more pressing, question coming to mind. "Why tell me this? I mean, <i>me</i>, specifically? Why not tell a world leader or a military general or someone who might actually be able to do something with this information? I'm just a journalist. All I can do is tell people what I know and likely start a panic."</span></span>