Alien Invasion

Aliens are going to invade earth. They already disabled all electronic media and communication. I´m in an old New England house in a rural, wooded area. It's a dark night and there's an eerie silence, like the eye of a hurricane. It's dead quiet here but there must be total pandemonium in the cities.

A massive screen on a highway billboard turns on and a news anchorman flickers into view. He's has dark wavy hair and a black suit on, but I know he's an alien. He informs us what's going to happen. I imagine large, dark, gelatinous blobs of fluid falling from the sky. They will descend, splash, and scatter everywhere. You're lost when a drop of it hits you.

I'm back in the house, in a brown living room. In my hands I have a stack of old photo prints, party photos, drunk girls in crazy clothes. I forget the impending apocalypse. Þórður and I are sitting by the desk in the television room of my parents' house.

We're wasting time at our computers, doing nothing in particular. Ási, sitting in a chair to my right, rolls a cigarette, lights it up, and leaves.

Þórður says he has a bottle of vodka but was planning to save it.