The Barren: A Tale of Alien Terror

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

He catches her wrists in his hands and holds them—an overly intimate gesture she could be offended by, but isn't.

"I saw a jet," he says, staring into her eyes, continuing to hold her hands. "A jet—they're everywhere out here today. They must be doing maneuvers or something. It's okay, all right? You're okay."

She begins to calm down at last, however slightly. There's something about him, something about his mild eyes and soft but firm hands, his shock of dark...