Mary Ellen looked at her friends and motioned them to follow. She entered the small stuffy room. Kaja’s favorite chair was a single hammock, suspended from the ceiling. It was styled from a large laundry sack, dark gray, with a thick soft teal cushion. Its sides tapered to a point above her head giving her the much-needed feeling of being sheltered. She placed her hat under the chair and pressed herself deep into the cocoon with her head against the back. She would have closed it up if she could. Mary Ellen entered the room and sat closest to her, on a large dark brown cloth bean bag. Deborah and Louis followed suit and knelt on the thick cushions on the floor.
Mary Ellen introduced the two strange faces. Kaja looked briefly at them, not saying a word. Louis and Deborah tried to act casually and cordially. Both felt uncomfortable. There was awkward silence.
Although she had already told her travelling companions about Kaja, Mary Ellen spoke, about Kaja’s background.
“Roswell?!!” Louis asked enthusiastically.
“YES! IT IS THE PLACE YOU CALL ROSWELL. I COULD REMEMBER IT LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY. WE WERE SCIENTISTS. WE MEANT NO HARM. YOUR PEOPLE WERE WORKING WITH ATOMIC REACTIONS. WHEN YOUR PEOPLE DETONATED THE TWO BOMBS IT WAS LIKE AN ALARM THROUGHOUT THE UNIVERSAL COMMUNITY. YOUR SCIENTISTS DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE DAMAGE THOSE DETONATIONS HAVE DONE TO OTHER DIMENSIONS! THE RELEASE OF ENERGY IS SO GREAT, THE COMMUNITY WAS CONCERNED AND DISPATCHED SCIENTISTS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT YOUR PEOPLE. YOUR PEOPLE SHOULD NOT HAVE TECHNOLOGY THAT THEY DO NOT COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND.”