I’m with the White House…

Krate and Ash re-entered Earth’s atmosphere and landed without a hitch.

Around the world, their landing was covered by TV and radio stations. Not since Apollo 11’s initial moon landing had the public been so intoxicated by a media story. Ticker tape parades, talk show circuits and radio interviews heralded their return.

MEANWHILE…

P. J. Raygun headed for what seemed the logical place to cheat people out of their money. A place where the inhabitants were gullible and easy to manipulate. It would be quite a trip, but Raygun figured it would be worth it. He’d heard that Earthlings would fall for anything.

MEANWHILE…

Flash stretched, breathing deeply of the wild, open air of Earth. The air he was accustomed to was filtered and recirculated. This air was alive with scents and texture. Flash took this in even as he glanced around to establish his situation. This was obviously a residential street, not a government landing strip.

As neighborhood dogs barked and windows began to light up, Bertha motioned to Flash saying Come inside

Flash followed, noting a sense of urgency in her invitation.

What is this? Flash asked, entering the house

I’m Bertha she nervously replied. Who are you?

I’m Flash Meridian he said, becoming more confused all the time.

Right… Flash Bertha said, and looked to Flash for more information, even as Flash looked to her for the same.

Are you with Alpha Control? he asked.

I don’t understand Bertha replied. I’m with the White House she said, unsure of who or what Flash was.

Get me the President, then Flash requested.

Bertha reached for the phone, not knowing whether she was going crazy, whether this was an elaborate joke, a dream, or real. The latter seemed preposterous.

Fin! she whispered urgently into the receiver. I have something for you to take a look at – quickly!

Hanging up the phone, Bertha looked at Flash. He seemed tired, and she had seen his ship land with her own eyes. You can freshen up in here she said, motioning toward the bathroom and I’ll get you a change of clothes

Thanks Flash said.

He ran the water over his hands, splashed it onto his face and enjoyed these simple pleasures.

Still, something seemed wrong. Everything seemed wrong. As he pondered the events of the past several minutes, there came a knock at the door.

This is one of my father’s suits came Bertha’s voice. I think it will fit you.