<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">Humming to herself in the mild June air, Hannah was on her tipsy way home from a 'yay-it's-friday' drink with some of her colleagues. All right, maybe more than just one. Drowning her sorrows seemed a good idea to forget that she actually didn't have the money to afford drowning, whatever that meant. She really wasn't thinking too clearly at the moment, instead choosing to focus intensely on not tripping over tree roots and stepping in dog shit, taking large, exaggerated astronaut-steps every time she spotted something strange on the ground, as illuminated by the green gl-<br/><br/>Green glow?<br/><br/>Stopping mid-step, her left foot raised high into the air, Hannah turned her head and saw what she so desperately wanted to be true. A curiously small crater with a perfect metal ball of sorts, a parachute disappearing behind it. <span style="color: #FF80BF"><span style="font-style: italic">You are frick frackin' kidding me right now.</span></span> She went to the pod and cautiously ran a hand over the smooth surface, squealing as a seamless door opened with a small hiss. Hannah stared bewildered at her hand. Did she have some sort of magic space touch? It had to be an alien pod, right? She stuck her head inside the opening, eyes widening at what she saw.<br/><br/>It was god damn impossible to believe. A strange, pale creature, definitely not human, was inside. Hannah stood in dumbfounded silence, pink hair sticking to her very hot face. Then her face split into a wide grin.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80BF">"I <span style="font-style: italic">knew</span> it!"</span> She screamed, laughed, and punched the air, performing a wild solitary war dance in the dark park. <span style="color: #FF80BF">"Wait until Dan hears about this!"</span></div></div>