Chapter Seven
Meanwhile Eddie was still dazzled from the brightly lit reflection of the shiny coloured spaceship in a puddle of clear rainwater that had collected under the bath and assailed his eyes upon awakening. Then the ship had abruptly veered away and all was still. He tripped over the debris of unlit molotov cocktails left behind by the rebellious mob who had not had time to clear up before they had scattered in fear at their leader's sudden disappearance and the lazar blasts from the descending spaceship.
"Is there anybody left at all?" he called.
A deadly silence greeted his question. Oh, is there something wrong here, he wondered...
absolutely astonished not
horribly, torturously, itchy
