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Normally I'm an early bird. I have to be or otherwise half of what I want to do never gets done. Sometimes, after a long night, the sun's up first, though.
MacGyver found himself falling off the couch with an unceremonious
'wham'. It was the couch he had again spent the night on, at least judging
by the kinks in his neck. Rubbing his right thigh he got to his feet. It
had met the small couch table when he had fallen off and he was sure he'd
get a bruise. After a short trip to the bathroom he went into the kitchen.
He opened the fridge and searched for some orange juice.
Still half asleep he cast a look at the kitchen clock,
just to be wide awake a second later. What? It couldn't be half past nine
already! He had an appointment at the dentist's at nine! MacGyver had had
slight problems with the right side of his jaw lately and he guessed that
the last of his wisdom teeth had finally decided to come out.
Suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief. Judging by the
darkness outside it was still night or early in the morning. The clock
must have stopped throughout the night. But then he frowned. Something
was wrong. The darkness – he didn't know what it was, but it seemed wrong
somehow. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was kind of unnatural.
There was only one way to find out what was going on. Almost reluctantly
MacGyver opened the door and stepped outside.
The thought that his wisdom teeth had to wait wormed
into his suddenly almost numbed brain. Then even that thought was drowned
in the picture assaulting his mind.
Above him hovered a gigantic space ship – majestic, silent, frightening.
Today was the 2nd of July.
