Power is restored with a smoky haze of ozone.

It turns. It sees him.

The marine points at the mysterious rift. “2D-Bs!”

Can the Yanoth hear our thoughts in our hijacked bodies?

“You believe monsters or gods will save you?”

“We look like Ghostbusters,” he says.

We grew up together, and I could never love another.

“They can’t see me,” the girl wept. “How can I be home, and they can’t even see me?”