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"Do you think you will be able to see it?"

"I don't know, I hope so." With it being my first day, I had no idea what was awaiting me at the National Historical Research Institute.

"I can always come pick you up."

One thing Milo and my parents seemed to agree on was that I didn't need to work. My father made it quite clear that I shouldenjoymyself, that he would be more than happy to throw his billions at me.

I took his money and studied history for six years, received a masters and a doctorate in ancient cultures and myths, and scored the very sought after position at the National Historical Research Institute. The same one where Dr. Sean Weinstein, PhD worked. I suspected my father's influence had something to do with it. For all I knew, he built him a summerhouse or something outrageous like that in return, but I didn't care. Wealth and power had always been part of my life, and as long as I got the job I worked so hard for and felt qualified for it, it didn't matter to me how I got it. I was a pragmatic person.

Sure, it would have been nice to land the job on my own merits, but on my own I would have never been able to afford the ivy league schools I attended to get where I wanted to be. So there was that, and I wouldn't turn into a hypocrite now.

"No, it's no big deal if I miss it, Milo. I can always watch it on a replay on TV."

His sigh was loud and clear, making his displeasure with me known, but in all honesty, space, or even a giant comet that was seen only every seven hundred years never held any interest for me. Not like the Greek myths or the ancient Egyptian legends. I would rather study for hours wondering how the Romans had pronounced a Latin word than watch a giant fireball rush through the air.

"Sometimes I wonder about you, Miss Lilith," Milo chuckled, knowing exactly where my mind had gone.

"You—" he broke off, tilted his head, and I realized he must have been listening to the radio, which I couldn't hear from the backseat.

"What's happening?"

"Shh!"

I shut up and stared at him. In all the years he had been driving me, he had never shushed or admonished me, besides the one time when I was sixteen and climbed into the car drunk as a skunk. That was the one and only time he had ever raised his voice at me.

That, and the way the alcohol had made me feel after, made me stay away from it and drugs for good. I never touched them. Of course it helped that I was too ignorant and friendless to know anybody who would sell them to me.

Milo turned the speaker on in the back so I could listen too.

"—seems to be slowing down."

"That is impossible."

"What does that mean doctor?"

"That can only mean one thing."

Several different voices were talking, sometimes over each other, each sounded excited, exuberant even.

Suddenly my stomach fluttered, and my blood seemed to bubble inside the veins. I shook myself at the strange sensation.

"Comets don't slow."

"UFOs do."

"Miss Lilith?" Milo stared at me through the review mirror. I must have gone pale, paler than usual, as cold sweat broke out all over my skin. Skin I felt like I wanted to crawl out of. The sensation was so strong, I even clawed at my arms.

I shook myself again, but the urge to leave my body was overwhelming. On some level, I wondered if I had a stroke or something.

"Miss Lilith?" The car slowed as Milo must have let off the gas. His neck craned to see me better.

Get it together, Lil, I admonished myself. And yet, the sensation was so strong, it felt as if my soul truly tried to escape my body.Out, out, outit seemed to scream.

Milo's concern grew and he stepped on the brakes right before a semi-truck careened through the intersection we would have entered had he not stopped the car.

A horn blared, followed by a bone rattling sound as metal hit metal. Whatever just happened ripped me from whatever was happening inside my body.

"We better get out of here," Milo said in a shaking voice and carefully looked left and right, even though the traffic light said green, before he drove us through.

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