From high above looking down on people the size of ants and sirens as loud as a whisper, the alley with the little fire at the end stands out. Like an unhealthy vein running through the city, waiting to be snipped. Like a person who never got a hold of their own personality, out of place and wanting to be destroyed. When it seems like the night is endless and space is completely quiet, a shadow hits the world and a spaceship comes crashing down.

She got really into alien phenomena when she was 10. Weekends at her dad’s always had them on the roof of his RV with a telescope. Her mom told her she was crazy when she came home talking about a blue beam of light arcing across the night sky: not a shooting star and not an airplane.