Sixteen tons and what do I get?

[Dracos]

It didn't look like it was going to die down anytime soon with the dog creature hanging around.  It seemed to be sniffing a bit around the ships.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Phil dug in his pack, pulling out a camera. Making sure the flash wasn't turned on, he snapped a couple of pictures of the sight - there's no way ANYONE would believe this without some kind of proof. Heading back, he stopped for a few minutes at the junk piles, looking for anything that might be specifically from a spaceship.

With the last of his gleanings packed away, he headed back for the caves, and the route home.

[Dracos]

He managed to get back safely.  The moon was high in the sky when he arrived back in Sixton.  The place seemed a bit quiet though.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

The young boy slipped back into his house quietly, wondering if his parents knew he'd skipped school that day. Taking a quick stop in the kitchen to grab some leftovers - it was a long hike back from the mountains - he headed up to his room to get a closer look at some of the junk he'd picked up.

[Dracos]

His father was there.

But he seemed odd.  Off a tad as he turned around, his eyes unfocused.  "Guuuruuu..."

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Phil blinked in surprise. "Um.... Dad?"

[Dracos]

His 'father' lifted his arms and stumbled at Phil zombie-like, clearly alive but obviously being rather weird.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Phil exclaimed, backing away from his father. First aliens in the mountains, now his dad acting like a zombie? What's next, flying pizzas?

[Dracos]

You know, it probably would be good to run while he still could, his 'dad' was getting awfully close, grabbing at him.

Only another "Guuuuruuuu" answered him from his father.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Phil took off at a sprint. He was getting WAY too much exercise to be healthy, the last couple of days.

[Dracos]

Way too much indeed.  It was a good thing his dad wasn't moving fast as he got downstairs.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Phil didn't hang around inside the house - there was no WAY he could fight his *dad*.

[Dracos]

And so Phil headed out into the streets, alone with his backpack and some of his tools.

Where did he go from there though?

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Phil wandered aimlessly. With home being... like that, he had no idea where he could go from here.  Just about everyone should be home in bed, and would the police really believe that his dad was acting like a zombie? Shaking his head, he trudged onward through the streets, no real destination in mind.

[Dracos]

He noticed a few figures up ahead.  Strange to see others out at night.

Dracos