< CHAPTER 6 >

You miss the wastebasket, and the object bangs against the wall. As you reach to pick it up, it leaps out of your hand and buzzes around your head like an angry bee. Then, while you stand dumbfounded, the object spins through your bedroom window, leaving only a tiny hole in the glass.

You touch the hole. It feels as smooth as the rim of a drinking glass. Suddenly you remember the sparks flying about your head. You were on a UFO!

You rush toward the door to tell whomever is home, then stop short and think for a minute:your whole adventure might as well have been a dream, for who will believe it?

/ENDING NÂș01/