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another planet?"
    "Let's go upstairs," I said. "I'll show you the thing I saw him talking into."
    Peter closed the refrigerator door. But before he would leave the room he insisted on checking the cupboards. He even opened the peanut butter jar to see if it really had peanut butter in it, and not some kind of extraterrestrial goo.
    The second floor had three rooms. I had high hopes for the bathroom; I thought we might find some sort of weird shampoo there or something. But it was as disappointing as the kitchen. Even the medicine cabinet was filled with typical brand nanae items.
    "Do you think Mr. Smith really uses Excedrin?" asked Peter. "Or is this just here to convince people he's a teacher?"
    "If he was stocking his house to fool snoopers, he'd have put in some furniture," I said.
    The only place where we found anything even remotely alien was the room where I had seen Broxholm talking to the man on the ship. The two speakers that looked like pieces of flat plastic were still hanging on the wall. I looked under the dressing table, and found the switch Broxholm had used to tune in his ship. I reached out to touch it, then pulled my hand back. What if I somehow turned it on and the man from the ship saw Peter and me standing there?
    "Come on/' said Peter. "We might as well go."
    "You don't believe me anymore, do you?" I asked sadly.
    Peter shrugged. "This place is kind of weird, what with no furniture and everything. But there's nothing that would make anyone think Mr. Smith is an alien. I believe that you believe what you told me. But whether it's true or not ..." He shrugged and turned to leave the room.
    "Wait," I said, following him into the hall. "We still didn't try that door."
    Peter swung his flashlight in the direction I was pointing.
    "It's just the attic," he said.
    I knew that; I could tell by how narrow the door was. But that wasn't the point.
    "So what if it's the attic?" I said. "Maybe Broxholm has something packed away up there. Come on, Peter. We've gone this far. We can't give up now."
    "Oh, all right," said Peter. He opened the door and started up the stairway. When he got about halfway up the stairs his head passed the level of the attic floor. I was walking so close that I bumped into him when he stopped.
    "What is it?" I whispered.
    When he didn't answer me, I pushed my way up beside him and cried out in horror.

 

     
     
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CHAPTER NINE - The Force Field in the Attic
     
    For a long time neither of us said a word.
    "Is she alive?" I asked at last.
    Peter didn't answer me.
    "Peter," I hissed, pinching his arm. "Do you think she's alive?"
    Peter turned to me. I could see his face in the blue glow that came from the thing in the center of the attic. His eyes were glazed and blank. I wasn't sure whether he even knew I was there.
    "Peter!" I hissed.
    He shook his head. "You weren't kidding, were you?"
    "Of course I wasn't kidding!"
    "But do you know what this means?"
    "Yeah. It means we're in big trouble. Now let's get up there and see if we can figure out what's going on."
    "An alien!" said Peter, his voice filled with awe. "Mr. Smith is an alien! We're not alone!"
    "What are you talking about?" I hissed.
    "Intelligent aliens. Mankind is not alone in the universe."
    "Well, I'm feeling pretty alone right now," I said. "Are you going to help me or not?"
    Peter closed his eyes and rubbed his face. Suddenly his awe turned to fear. "Oh, my God," he said. "What if Mr. Smith catches us here?"
    I rolled my eyes. "Why do you think I've been so scared all night, you yo-yo?"
    Suddenly I realized what was going on. "You never did believe me, did you?" I said angrily. "You thought this was all just a joke!"
    Peter shook his head. "I believed you," he said. "But I didn't really understand what it meant until—well, until I believed it this way." He shrugged helplessly. "I can't explain it," he said.
    It didn't make any difference. I understood. He was feeling the way I felt when I saw Broxholm