Sunday, November 6, 2:30 PM. Brewer.

We had a beautiful campfire together last night. Smores and songs, cuddling and stars. The kids were fascinated by the constellations.

Trevor spotted a satellite. At first I thought it might be an airplane. When I saw it was too small, I had a creeping feeling come over me, a moment of panic. What if it was aliens, come back to clean up the leftovers?

I don’t know whether the Vanishing was caused by aliens or not. I tend to assume it wasn’t. For a moment I thought I might’ve been wrong.