“OK, listen up. Thanks, everybody, for coming. Lynn will be making a very brief statement—oh, looks like another friend in the media, make that two now, are coming on up, so while they’re getting ready to join us, I want you all to share this everywhere. Stream this on your phone. Put it on Snapchat or whatever crap you prefer. Hurry up with those cameras, guys. Alright, alright, don’t run people over. Just put that mic with the others. OK, you rolling? Alright, ladies and gentlemen, may I present Lynn Roseworth.”

The crowd erupted again in cheers, and the photographer panned over. What did the email say again? What are they protesting, even? Something about government cover-ups or some other insanity.

He turned away as Lynn stepped up to the mic. He clicked his camera onto his tripod, thankful that he’d hauled it along. These people were old, who knows how long it would take.

When he focused on Lynn, he was surprised at the sharpness in her eyes, the grace of her approach.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I am not comfortable doing this, but I have no choice. Most of you know—from your interest in the unexplained disappearances of so many people around the world, to the many of you who I have corresponded with personally—that I have not made any public statements since the discovery of my grandson fifteen years ago.”

She took a deep breath. “But that does not mean I have stopped in my pursuit of the truth. Many of you know this, as I recognize some faces.”

“We love you Lynn!” one woman cried out.

“And what I said, all those years ago, about there being a vast government conspiracy, is as true today as it was then. And it is now time for the people of the world to know that truth.”

Lynn gestured behind her, pointing her finger down an alley to a darkened warehouse, barely visible. “It’s difficult to see, but in that building, just down that alley, is an agency that goes by the name of the SSA—the Sky Surveillance Agency. For decades, they have used taxpayer dollars to study the disappearance of people all over the world. People abducted by extraterrestrials.”

He could hear the collective gasp by the people huddled around him.

She then held up what looked like some sort of government document. “My late husband, Senator Tom Roseworth, joined me in my research later in life, and he was able to find proof of this organization buried deep in the appropriations for the FBI. He was also able to obtain internal emails referencing the rounding up of missing people who had been returned to earth.”

“Jesus Christ,” a man in the crowd muttered.