I text Alex and say I’ll pass and he calls me a little bitch and for half a minute I think that maybe I’ll go over there to kick his ass and remind him which one of us was MVP, but then I just click my phone to silent and head upstairs.

My room at the house used to be my granddad’s office before he died. At least, everyone called it his “office.” Really it was just the spare room where my grandmother stored all his old history books and navy trunk and stuff like that. But there’s a desk and a foldout couch in there, which is all I really need.

The first thing I do when I sit at the desk is log on to this blog I’ve started following called “Aliens Anonymous.” I stumbled on it by chance, back in the first few days after the battle at the high school, and despite its dumb name, it’s turned out to be pretty interesting. One of the guys running it—a dude who goes by the name GUARD—posted a story from the local paper and wrote a bunch of stuff about how the whole destruction at the high school might be a cover-up for alien activity. At first I thought GUARD might have been from around here, but the Paradise incident was actually just one of many accidents or events he’d pegged as being somehow linked to aliens. In this case, at least, he’d guessed correctly. He’d even made the connection that the “John Smith” that everyone kept pinning stuff on was probably not exactly of this world.

Searching through the blog’s archives, I’d come across a few stories that sounded like they might have had to do with the Loric or Mogs. The site is mostly a lot of posts that look like they belong in one of those “Elvis Still Lives!” magazines at the grocery store, but some of them sound true—or at least like they could be true, given what I’ve seen. I knew I could help the blog by telling them some of what I know, and by doing that I could get them to help me search for clues as to where John and Sam and Invisible Girl might be now.