Guy Bobbit, the famous broadcaster from Radio Hart, was out and about this Saturday morning, the world was grey, he thought morosely as he parked his car outside his once homeless friends house. They had done well out of the church, he granted silently, they looked downright prosperous these days. With their cars, their clothes, and their living standard.
He was greeted at the door by Doreena, the daughter, "Darlink!" she enthused at him, "Come in, meet our new friend, Enrik, from across the world."
Guy smiled at the newcomer who was the ephitome of the german european gentleman, a tall thin rigid man, with a lean and educated face. "How goes it?" he asked.
Enrik smiled back, "Not bad," he said in heaviy accented English. "This part of the world is getting quite continental."
"Enrik has decided to help us play our game," said Doreena carefully smiling.
"That's good," said Guy thoughtfully, "Any tea and toast?"
"Has she said anything interesting?" asked Guy, "Your psychic child?" He pointed to the mulitiply disabled child propped up in special foam cushions in the bed. It was so restrained that it had no movement, all in order to save it from harm.
"Keeps going on about an energy ring around the world," Mark said from her bedside, "Apparently humans keep on causing it, by every action we make. We deposit energy there."
"Is that true?" asked Guy hopefully, so far she'd been rather good. She had located all sorts of historical things.
Guy wandered towards the bed prepared to make the contact. The child moved into the pillows. She seemed to fear him more than the others. He wondered how she spoke, her level of control was non existant. And to know the things she knew. How could she? Her whole world was the space she occuppied plus the restraints. She didn't even go to special school anymore. Her once boyfriend, the cleverest boy in the school, who wouldn't leave her side, was now on a special work project miles away.
Enrik wrote it down. "If I told you I was a spaceman would you believe me?" he asked Guy rogishly. He looked evilly at the child. "Such an innocent!" he commented. "I wonder if that's why she does this, or is she linked to another human being?"
Guy felt foolish, what kind of man was Enrik, seemed far too familiar with this kind of thing. "Was he a Moulder? Weren't they all X-file material? He stepped back.
"What kind of alien?" he asked, "And if so why are you here?"
"We are here to pick up stragglers," said Enrik simply, "People who were sent here and never came home."
Guy wondered absently about contacting Hellisdone Hospital, they liked people like Enrik.
"Do you use the energy ring around the earth?" he asked.
"We would if we knew how to access it." replied Enrik, dropping the germanic accent. "Fascinating, you've without realising it, created a new energy recourse in space."
"Er thank you,"said Guy, wondering if he had Hellisdone number in the pocket book.
"Tea!" said Doreena brightly, "Now which one of you wants to go to bed with me?"
"Now hang on there," said Mark crossly, "I'm your Dad, I get to choose."
"I'm only having the rich one." smirked Soreena, "Before you ask," she had come in from the cold, tossing her short red hair back in a true fonz action. "She'd have anyone, anyway, Dad, she hasn't even done the homework!"
"What homework!" snapped Doreena standing to her full height and glaring down at Soreena. She could see the bald spot from there.
"Which one bought the energy ring!", said Soreena furiously, "We only reward the ones who have it."
"Or do the ones who have it by will," said Mark smiling at his disabled daughter, "You're so beautiful, baby. You help so much!"
Doreena flounced back into the kitchen and picked up the toast..
"Toast," she said breathlessly, "Now about the sex?"