Her husband drove in at mid-night and it seemed an eternity between the time the engine stopped and he entered the house.
From the way he looked at her he was surprised to find her still in the kitchen.
"You still up?" His face was flushed, his tongue thick.
"Mac," she said, not knowing how to begin. "Where is that hand?"
"You still worried about that?" He took off his coat and threw it on the table.
"But Mac! They've come after it."
He looked at her dully. "Who's come after it?"
"The aliens--from the ship. There's one of them in the yard. Look out the window."
He turned around and saw the stationary figure in the yard. He took a deep breath. "So that's one of 'em, eh?" He laughed in a way that chilled her, then went to the cupboard and reached for h