HUMAN/SUPER

FIRST CONTACT, ACT VII

 

 

 

 

 

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Angela opened her eyes and looked at the clock. It was seven in the morning. Genesis reached over and turned off the alarm. She kissed Angela on the forehead.

“Go back to sleep, honey,” she said.

She climbed out of bed and left the room. A couple minutes later, Angela heard the shower running. She closed her eyes and the sound of the water soothed her back to sleep.

Four sharp knocks shook her awake again. Only a minute or two had passed; she could still hear the shower. She waited, listening, in case she’d dreamed it. But it came again, even louder this time.

Angela climbed out of bed, threw on a pair of jeans, and stepped out into the living room. The knocking continued, growing more frantic. Angela quickened her pace.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” she snapped.

She opened the door a crack and peered out at a woman she hadn’t seen in several years. She was wearing a navy dress with white polka dots, bright yellow tights, a blue bowler hat, and a pair of horn-rimmed sunglasses. Her pale blond hair was cut in a jagged bob.

“Dorothy?” Angela muttered.

“Hey, Ozzie,” Dorothy Mayhew said. “Sorry to just burst in like this, but I need your help and I don’t have much time before it happens again.”

 
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