While in Maine this past week, Sofia’s father sat down to have his evening tea in their Airbnb. He looked down at the table, contemplating, as he took a slow sip. Sofia, meanwhile, had just answered a call from her grandparents. She lolled about the house with phone in hand as they talked. Sofia soon found herself at the table, where her father said to her: “Sofi, look at these markings.” He pointed to a strange series of indented dots on the table, then he pointed out another spot on a different board with the same pattern – and another. Next they noticed it on every one of the chairs. “What do you think that is?” He asked. Sofia shrugged, forgetting she was on the phone. “Maybe it’s some sort of extraterrestrial symbol, like in X-files. It must be… Aliens! ” She exclaimed.
ON THE OTHER SIDE: Sofia’s grandparents had been having a lovely talk with her about how the Airbnb was, and what restaurants she had gone to, until Sofia had started talking to her father. Since she had put her phone down from her ear, Sofia’s grandparents could barely make out the words she was saying. Something about strange marks? X-files? What was that? The last thing they heard from Sofia was, “Aliens!” Then connection was lost. “Sofi? Are you there?” They asked. Nothing. Sofia was gone…………………………….. her phone had died.