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later, Adrienne was taken again. This time she describes the gray Visitors that most abductees experience. A clinical benevolence, red, orange and blue flashing lights, a saucer. This experience is much more in tune with the average abduction scenario. She described it as an average OB-GYN visit, they poked her and prodded her in all the same spots. They seemed more curious about her than the humanoid aliens did, once resting a cool gray hand on her forehead.
    “It was so cold up there. I was shivering. And it touched me. Really gently, stroked my forehead. It was nice, and I was still cold but I wasn’t afraid of it no more.”
    The next day she had an actual doctor’s appointment, and her physician, who would not be reached for comment, told her everything was progressing normally.
    “I wasn’t even drinking much then. I knew it was bad for the baby, so I was really trying to cut down. Then a few months later, right at three months, I woke up and I knew she was gone.”
    I interrupted her then—“She?” I asked.
    Adrienne nodded.
    “How do you know?”
    “I mean, I don’t, really. But I…I know it was a girl.”
    I asked her if I might hypnotize her again, and once more she looked reluctant. Finally she agreed, after getting up and pouring herself a glass of water.
    JG: You’ve gone to bed. Then what happened?
    AG: I woke up, and everything was white. I thought it was the next morning, but it wasn’t it was night, and once again I couldn’t move. There was a sound like a machine, and they were carrying me out, then we went up into something.
    JG: Something?
    AG: The ship, I think.
    (Adrienne described a visit similar to the first one. These were the humanoid creatures, not the friendly Visitors from last time. She sensed none of the compassion they had shown for her. They poked and prodded, but then she felt something happening inside her…)
    AG: It was like they were blowing me up like a balloon. It hurts so bad…my organs are puffing up and separating, it’s all stretching. (She writhes in her chair, a tear snakes from the corner of her eye, rolling down her cheek. She’s breathing hard, like Lamaze breathing.) It’s…ugh…and…then they have the baby and she’s so small, and all the air whooshes out of me, and I don’t think I was meant to see her. (She pauses for a long time here. I was about to ask her what happened next, when she spoke again.) And that was it. I don’t want to do this no more.
    * * *
    I didn’t speak to Adrienne again for eight months.

6

    Sleep didn’t come back to Kate. She thought of her brother, her foster mother, this feud between Rich and Val. If she went to him, talked to him, a rational, grown-up conversation, without any macho posturing…then maybe she could get him to leave them alone. Rich wasn’t a morning person, but as she lay in bed, watching the hands on the glowing analog clock face, she thought maybe a crack of dawn visit would breathe some sense into him.
    She tried to move without disturbing Val. Gingerly pulling her arm out from under him, she flexed her hand. It tingled, all pins and needles. Short night. After his nocturnal wanderings it had taken him a long time to fall asleep.
    In what little gray light snuck around the drawn shade, she pulled on her panties and jeans then searched for her top.
    She and Val slept in his old bedroom, and Kate wondered if he would move into the master bedroom. She doubted it. She hoped they wouldn’t be here long enough to need to.
    She slipped out into the rosy pre-dawn light, closing the flimsy door behind her. A deer bolted from grazing in the yard as the door slammed, and Kate watched it go as she started her car. As she pulled out of the driveway, she looked over her shoulder at the trailer and the truck before heading toward Lott, towards her brother’s house.
    Kate didn’t get far.
    A half mile from the trailer she saw a mangled deer in the road.
    As her headlights washed over the crumpled mess, it began