`Yes.’
`So why…’
`Except…’
`Yes? Except what?’
`Game shows. We quite like game shows.’
There was a terribly long silence as Tricia looked at the aliens and the aliens looked at her.
`There’s something I would just like to get from indoors,’ said Tricia very deliberately. `Tell you what. Would you, or one of you, like to come inside with me and have a look?’
`Very much,’ they all said, enthusiastically.
All three of them stood, slightly awkwardly in her sitting room, as she hurried around picking up a video camera, a 35mm camera, a tape recorder, every recording medium she could grab hold of. They were all thin and, under domestic lighting conditions, a sort of dim purplish green.
`I really won’t be a second, guys,’ Tricia said, as she rummaged through some drawers for spare tapes and films.
The aliens were looking at the shelves that held her CDs and her old records. One of them nudged one of the others very slightly.
`Look,’ he said. `Elvis.’
Tricia stopped, and stared at them all over again.
`You like Elvis?’ she said.
`Yes,’ they said.
`Elvis Presley?’
`Yes.’
She shook her head in bewilderment as she tried to stuff a new tape into her video camera.
`Some of your people,’ said one of her visitors, hesitantly, `think that Elvis has been kidnapped by space aliens.’
`What?’ said Tricia. `Has he?’
`It is possible.’
`Are you telling me that you have kidnapped Elvis?’ gasped Tricia. She was trying to keep cool enough not to foul up her equipment, but this was all almost too much for her.
`No. Not us,’ said her guests. `Aliens. It is a very interesting possibility. We talk of it often.’
`I must get this down,’ Tricia muttered to herself. She checked her video was properly loaded and working now. She pointed the camera at them. She didn’t put it up to her eye because she didn’t want to freak them out. But she was sufficiently experienced to be able to shoot accurately from the hip.
`OK,’ she said. `Now tell me slowly and carefully who you are. You first,’ she said to the one on the left. `What’s your name?’
`I don’t know.’
`You don’t know.’
`No.’
`I see,’ said Tricia. `And what about you other two?’
`We don’t know.’
`Good. OK. Perhaps you can tell me where you are from?’
They shook their heads.
`You don’t know where you’re from?’
They shook their heads again.
`So,’ said Tricia. `What are you… er…’
She was floundering but, being a professional, kept the camera steady while she did it.
`We are on a mission,’ said one of the aliens.
`A mission? A mission to do what?’
`We do not know.’
Still she kept the camera steady.
`So what are you doing here on Earth, then?’
`We have come to fetch you.’
Rock steady, rock steady. Could have been on a tripod. She wondered if she should be using a tripod, in fact. She wondered that because it gave her a moment or two to digest what they had just said. No, she thought, hand-held gave her more flexibility. She also thought, help, what am I going to do?
`Why,’ she asked, calmly, `have you come to fetch me?’
`Because we have lost our minds.’
`Excuse me,’ said Tricia, `I’m going to have to get a tripod.’
They seemed happy enough to stand there doing nothing while Tricia quickly found a tripod and mounted the camera on it. Her face was completely immobile, but she did not have the faintest idea what was going on or what to think about it.
`OK,’ she said, when she was ready. `Why…’
`We liked your interview with the astrologer.’
`You saw it?’
`We see everything. We are very interested in astrology. We like it. It is very interesting. Not everything is interesting. Astrology is interesting. What the stars tell us. What the stars foretell. We could do with some information like that.’
`But…’
Tricia didn’t know where to start.
Own up, she thought. There’s no point in trying to second guess any of this stuff.
So she said, `But I don’t know anything about astrology.’
`We do.’
`You do?’
`Yes. We follow our horoscopes. We are very avid. We see all your newspapers and your magazines and are very avid with them. But our leader says we have a problem.’