I’m alone again. Toby is out on patrol. I accepted that he was a police officer when he asked me to marry him two years ago. I accept that he puts his life in danger every day for public safety. I accept that the men and women he works with on the police department are, as he says, “his family.”
But I am not accepting his third stint in three months of the late night shift.
I hate being alone. I’m a rather insecure woman of an age where I should feel confident about myself, my security, and my surroundings. But at 42, I still shiver at thunderstorms and shake when a strange dog approaches during my walks.
Toby thinks that’s why I was attracted to him in the first place. I loved the idea of being with a policeman. Finally, I felt safe.
Well, I’m not feeling safe tonight. It’s dark as sin and a deep snowfall is expected. Toby’s shift won’t end until 5 a.m.
I check my watch – again. 8 p.m. Is it too early to go to bed?
I startle at the rap at my front door. Who the heck…? No one comes to our house this time of night unless it’s Toby’s partner or some of his officer-friends.
That’s probably who it is, I decide. So, I do the dumbest thing. Even dumber for a policeman’s wife.
Three men in black trousers and white shirts, dark hair and even darker eyes stare at me as if they’re as surprised as I am.
“Are you THE ONE?” they ask in unison, in a rather singsongy voice.
For some reason, I’m not frightened. Perhaps a bit confused. “The ONE?” I repeat.
One man looks at the other. “The ONE she is.”
The other man – they look almost identical, replies, “Then ask her.”
“Ask me what?” At this point I’m freezing with the open door and realizing that these guys must be following through on some prank.
The first one clears his throat. “Please explain: why are people put on this Earth.”
I begin to laugh but the chuckle is caught in my throat when I notice lights flickering above and then I spot the spaceship hovering nearby.