Where will you go when all this is over, Captain? I’m going to go back to Earth and go back to Texas and take a truck somewhere out by Highway 82 and Highway 6 and set up a pond chest-high and fish for a while in the whistle of the night. Are there no naturally occurring ponds out there? I have no idea, the Captain replied. Has the Alien done anything yet? The Captain looked over at the crew member speaking. Under the Captain’s eye, the crew member began to physically fritz like an old-fashioned TV, seemingly contracting a physical flurry of snow until he … disappeared. The Captain looked up in the direction of the roof of the ship and frowned.