I was driving in my car listening to the radio, some AM talk show about the government or god or something. The windows were down and the cool evening air carried my troubles off into the night. It had been a long journey but finally Miss Thelma Austen was going to see her son, or atleast what I had left of him in my trunk. An arm, a few legs, most of a torso, typical fare for my line of work. Suddenly a woman came on the radio and started talking about mysterious lights in the night sky and strange happenings all around the state. She was rambling, filled with fear, I leaned in closer to the radio as if to hear it better when a blinding light filled the sky above me. I couldn't look up to see what it was, but as I looked out into the desert around me it seemed as if everything had been turned to mud. In the car seat next to me was an expensive camera case, that was clearly empty. The radio began to omit a strange noise and a voice began to rise out of it. I listened as hard as possible, trying to find answers, when suddenly a woman came running out into the road, I forgot about fear and I forgot about the breaks.