Toronto; they went to check out schools; Why not make a vacation of it?

They partied the night away, were good kids and took a taxi back to the hotel.

James heard something on the radio in the cab.

“Hey, turn that up will ya?” The cabbie obliged.

Plastered, they sat in the back of the cab and listened to people from all around the city call in and report a UFO sighting. Art didn’t care much for it, but James was drunkenly enthralled. When they got to the hotel, he got the station number from the cabbie and raced to the room to tune in on the small black alarm clock.

Art walked past him, sat on the other bed, and rolled his eyes at James, who lie on his back, clock-radio perched on his chest, listening intently to the stories of witnesses. Art passed out. Time passed by.

Knock, knock, KNOCK!

Art stirred.

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!!

“James, get the door.”

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!!

“Dude! Get the door, you’re closer.”

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!!

“DUDE! Get the Fuc…” Art rolled over, James wasn’t on the bed. He muttered to himself as he groggily dragged himself from the bed. “Mother… damn… sheesh…”

Art pulled the door open.

There stood James, naked save his boxers. He’d woken up by the elevator, and had only one thing to say…

“The UFO took me!”