"I'll be right there."

"Sorry Annie, looks like you're gonna be late for school..."

"This is such bullshit, Dad. I don't want to go on a stupid police call."

"Well... I don't think the Thompsons actually got hit by a missile, so hopefully, this won't take long."

Annie stares forlornly out the passenger window of the truck and says, "I hope not. I've got shit to do."

Bert flips on the siren and jams on the gas pedal, making his way out to the Thompson Farm.

They arrive in just a few short minutes, pulling up outside the ramshackle farm house. Denver Thompson, an old man of inestimable age comes out wearing the same bib overalls that he's probably been wearing since Johnson was president. "Sheriff, thank God you're here! It's out that way..." he yelled pointing out west of the house. "Out in the cow pasture! I heard a high whistling sound and I looked out! Something took off the tops of them trees over there." pointing again. "I'm sure it's up that way 'cause there's been a humming sound ever since it landed."

There was a humming sound.

"Okay, Den." Bert said. "You stay here by the house. I'm gonna drive up to the pasture and check it out. When my deputies get here, you tell them where I am."