BBYGRL walked down the concrete sidewalk with an  uncommon bounce in her gait. In her right hand she held a bottle of bourbon she had been drinking on it the entire day. She was on her way to the park to meet an old friend, she had been sober for years but all cycles come to an end.

The birds were singing and the sun warmed her flesh as she scanned the park and found Eddie sitting under a shade tree. She sauntered toward him as the bottle swung by her side. Upon her approach she greeted him with open arms and a jovial but slightly slurred greeting.

" Eddiee, how have you been? what isss new with you? " She patted him on the back and pushed him to arms length smiling at him.

He eyed her incredulously as he spoke ." I thought you quit drinking almost eight years ago?"

She shook the bottle in her hand and laughed ,"Oh this .. yeah it is a bottle of bourbon alright." She passed the bottle to his hand and sat under the tree pulling him down beside her.

"Well Eddie if you care to have a couple sips with me I'll tell why I am sharing this bottle with you." Eddie sat next her a bit confused but curious nonetheless. He took a quick drink of the bourbon and grimaced, it was never his favorite spirit. " So what is this story , you have got to tell me?" He passed her back the bottle to her and watched as  she grasped the bottle in the palms of hands and rolled it slightly watching the amber liquid swish in the bottle. Then began her story.

" So the other night I was sitting in this park it was a bit windy and cold  not to many people were around. It was a quiet night, peaceful if you will." She took a long draw off the bottle swallowing twice before she pulled the bottle from her pursed lips and passed it back to Ed. "I was sitting on the bench by the park entrance and well. "...She paused and rubbed her hands together in her lap a bit nervous, she was worried Eddie would think she was crazy. Hell she did when she first saw it.

"Eddie I saw something in this park."

" Well spit it out, what did you see?" Eddie took a swallow and then sat the bottle between them worried she had been hitting the bottle hard lately. " Eddie I was sitting on the bench over there  and it was a moonless night but the sky lit up with bright lights. And... and... Oh hell Eddie I saw a U.F.O." She rambled the last of it  finally relived that she told someone, but it still did  not make her believe her sanity any more or less than she had since seen the U.F.O.sighting last night.

Ed burst out laughing so hard he nearly fell over from his sitting position." You have been hitting the bottle to much hon. I swear I never heard such a outlandish story." BBYGRL grabbed the neck of  bottle from between them in her clenched  fist and raised it between them. " This started the day after I saw the U.F.O.  I bought this bottle last night." She the took another drink. " You know I thought you would at least help me understand what I saw last night , but no you are too fixated on this bottle."

BBYGRL stormed off leaving the park and Eddie behind her.Still questioning her sanity and wondering if she should tell the U.F.O story to another person or just let it go she finished the bottle. She tipped it upside down then tossed it to the curb as she walked down the concrete sidewalk with an uncommon bounce in her gait.

Typing information into his data logger, he continued to follow it.  The mission had been to learn about the inhabitants of this world.  Upon arrival in this place called Detroit, they had spotted a creature sitting in an area that had green vegetation of various shapes and sizes.  The green vegetation areas were fairly uncommon within this placed called Detroit and that had drawn their attention initially.  Unfortunately, one of their mission objectives had been to remain undetected until the intellect of the inhabitants could be determined.  This had been compromised when navigator 7 had accidentally turned on the landing lights as they were to touch down.  And based on the reaction of the creature and the obvious look of terror on it's face, there was some sort of higher thought process that he was now charged with investigating.

Three of them had been dropped upon landing.  O1, short for Observer #1, had been charged with collecting samples of the natural resources.  O2 had been been given a mission objective of monitoring any and all communications to determine if these creatures were capable of mass communication.  And he, O3, had been instructed to follow this one creature, monitoring all of it's actions.

He had watched this creature and logged in that it was returning to the same green vegetation area where he had first made contact.  He logged this into his data system as a possible repetitive routine and habitual nature may be a common trait among this particular type of creature.  As she moved to engage another creature of similar race, he made notations of obvious differences between the two.  While his mark had long dark hair  the other creature had short brown hair and hair growing on it's facial features.  He added to the following questions to his data logger:  Why is hair not fully covering their face?  Why do some have hair on their face and others do not?  What controls the length of the hair?

Continuing his observation, he noted significant differences between the two in size and body shape.  His mark, based on general size and build would most likely be considered the female of this particular race as males tended to be larger in size.  While this was merely a guess at this time and could not be determined until her reproductive organs could be investigated, he would assume that this creature was a female.

While on the first encounter, it, or she, correcting himself, had carried something that looked like a cloth bag as she ran from the park.  Now, she carried some type of vessel that was filled with a brown liquid.  All of this was noted in the data logger, including the sharing of the liquid between the two creatures, or male and female.  O3 also noted that the sharing gesture was initiated by the female and this may be some type of mating ritual.

03 logged in what appeared to be rejection of this potential mating ritual. The two creatures had been seated on the ground next to each other under a large plant that provided protection from the sun.  As they shared this liquid, he was sure that he was about to see a mating ritual and had turned on his visual collection devises built into his suit, but then the female creature had abruptly stood up and began walking away.  He noticed that over the last few hours, this creatures motor controls had begun to degenerate.  Adding the following observations to his data logger:  Consumption of brown liquid appears to have a direct impact of the motor functions of these creatures.  Observe video data log 27 for example of stumbling and inability to walk in a straight line.

The mark appeared agitated as it moved away from the other creature.  O3 was not sure he understood the source of the agitation and added the following questions into his data logger:  Potential sources of agitation by mark.  1) Rejection by other creature;  2) Container with brown liquid appears to be empty and has been discarded; 3) Unknown irritation associated with this particular breed.

O3 continued following his mark as she walked down the transportation route, wondering what interesting discovery he would find observe next.

The hairs on the back of her neck were alive with energy . BBYGRL had that uncanny feeling that she was being watched but she could not figure why she felt like this. There were no real suspicious acting people on the street tonight. Unless you counted the ones doing the odd car jacking or home robbery in the shadows. Which she never did count them,  business was business as they said on the street.  As she teetered down the street in spike heeled boots she licked her lips thinking that she needed another drink. Just as the thought crossed her mind the sweet smell of a bakery hit her senses making her think of Russo's Bar. 

  A moment later she found herself going down a  dark flight of stairs and rapped on the door three times. The ugly guy opened the door and  eyed her suspiciously as she slipped his wallet with little effort out his pocket.

" You a cop." he huffed at her.

BBYGRL smiled at him as she held his up in front of his face," Would a cop have  pick pocketed you?"

He snatched his wallet back with a scowl and gruff hrmf as he placed it back in his pocket. " Ha , no girl I suppose not, and they are more a crook than that anyways they wouldn't have returned it." He laughed heartily at his joke as he let her in. 

She walked into the  plain room and sat at one of the tables along the wall.  A guy came and asked what her poison would be. She pulled a crumpled bill from her hand and tossed it on the table,

"Just keep the whiskey coming till that runs out." " Thanks" she added almost as a second thought. 

She sat there drinking away the thoughts or at least trying to. She felt like she was going crazy, a U.F.O. hell if she told the wrong person they might commit her to some loony house for shock therapy. Yeah well shock therapy may not be so bad, maybe it would help her forget. What the hell was she thinking  The whiskey stopped coming so figured her tab had run dry and it was time to leave.

She pushed herself from the table with some effort to get her wobbly legs sturdy under herself. She stood there for a minute with her hand on her forehead wondering what she had just done. It felt as if it were floating like a balloon tugging to gain freedom from the small string that kept it earth bound.  Getting her bearings straight she started to head back towards the flight of stairs one hand outstretched as if it were her guide. With each step exaggerated as made the bottom of the stairway. She nearly fell backwards as hit the fourth step, the only thing that saved her was that her hand got caught in the railing slowing her movements even more than they were already.  After several steps backwards for each step forward she finally made back out on the street.

She stood in the dark alley way for a few moments wondering just where the hell she was. Then decided that did not matter and headed back towards the bright light of street.  Her steps were erratic and unstable and swayed from left to right, right to right and then nearly fell left again. She manage to get turned around and found herself halfway back down the alley. She tried to turn around and only found herself on the on the ground. She sat there a moment as her stomach felt like it was churning rocks, then blek, blah , and she was wiping puke spittle from the side of her mouth on the sleeve of her coat.  She pushed herself up from the ground slowly trying to stay out of warm acidic smelling puke as her body weaved from side to side. Trying to use the walls of the buildings she did a side stepping walk back out to the street.

As the street lights hit her drunk sore eyes they blinded her. Blinking  BBYGRL raised her arms up to block the blinding light as she screamed in her drunken stupor about U.F.O's and bright lights in the park. Her rambling was only silenced by the screeching sounds of a car trying to stop followed the thud of an impact

O3 continued to follow the female creature as it stumbled down the sidewalk.  Continuing with his observations, O3 noted the following:  While the creature appears to have a destination in mind, the path it takes is not in a straight line.  The creature seems to move back and forth across the flat transportation path in sporadic, inconsistent movements.

The female creature began to descend another adjacent pathway to a flat wall.  O3 moved his small observation vehicle in closure to get a better view.  Based on past observations of this planet, the vehicle had been designed to be roughly the size of what these creatures called an insect.  Their technology did not have the ability to completely hide from view, but observations had determined that roughly 200 million insects existed for each one of these creatures and therefore, proved to be the ideal stealth sized vehicle.  O3 obviously was unable to fit into the vehicle, but his subconscious had been directly loaded into the memory banks for this mission, allowing him direct control of all systems.

With much excitement, O3 had unintentionally found a new communication system and was excited to share this information with O2 upon his return.  O3 excitedly made the following observations:  Female creature was able to communicate with what appears to be a male creature by simply touching a flat wall.  Appears that touching the wall three times caused a reaction by the other.  In addition, the communication continued in what appears to be a ritualistic gesture of the female taking something from the male and then handing it back combined with some type of verbal communication.

Anticipating that the female creature would enter the opening in the structure, he quietly navigated his vehicle past the two creatures as they completed their communication.  Appearing to have successfully complete her dialogue, the female creature proceeded into the structure and sat down.  A male creature brought more of the brown liquid, but in much smaller vessels.

Excited about the finding the new communication patterns, O3 opted to send a message back to the Primary, his mother ship, notifying them of his discovery..  Nano parsecs later, he received a response from the Primary as follows:  Begin Protocol 9.  Install remote sedation devices and continue monitoring subject until subject exits structure.  Notify Transport 12 once subject is clear of building and authorize remote sedation at your discretion.  Good work O3.  Bring out subject home.

As the female creature began to stand, she appeared to be very unstable.  O3 pushes his vehicle forward and fires twin injectors toward the female creature’s neck and with satisfaction, sees the small weapons imbed into her skin.  Satisfied that she didn’t seem to notice,   O3 checked the monitors and verified that the remote sedation devices had not been inadvertently triggered.  Making a note in his data logger:  Brown liquid appears to be the source of sporadic movements.  Subject is now struggling to stand.  Recommend that O1 secure samples of brown liquid for evaluation.

Following close behind, O3 waits until the door is opening in the wall has been closed and the female creature has navigate her way to the top of the pathway.  Once at the top, he sends a signal to Transport 12 that target is ready.  Triggering the remote devices, he sees that the sedation is immediately effective as she begins to become rapidly more disoriented.  Then his excitement turns to concern as the female creature falls to the ground and begins to rapidly eject the brown fluid from her oral cavity.  Making a note in his data recorder:  Subject appears to be having an allergic reaction to sedative.  Concerns of potential chemical reaction between brown liquid and sedative.

Seeing the flashing light of his communication icon, O3 responded “O3 to Transport 12, do you read me”

“Transport 12:  We are approaching the target.  Has it been sedated?”

“O3: Target is sedated.  Possible over-sedation has occurred as subject has begun purging of contents consumed during the last few hours.  Recommend expeditious abduction.”

“Transport 12:  Roger recommendation.  Standby”

As O3 monitored the subject, he heard before he saw the transports approach.  The female subject must have also heard the vehicle approaching also as it looked in the general direction of the spacecraft.  As O3 watched in horror, bright lights flashed on just as the space craft came to a sudden stop and the loading ramp dropped down, falling directly onto the prone sedated female creature.

Screaming in his intercom, “Navigator 7, what the hell are you doing?”

A subdued voice responded “Opps, Sorry 03”

O3 stood on the observation deck, watching as the examination was being completed of the female creature.  Having his subconscious returned to his living body upon return to the spacecraft, he now leaned against a support for the room, anxiously anticipating the completion of the testing.

He could see her head and one upper appendage was wrapped in protective fabric that was dotted with blood.  She had nearly been killed when Navigator 7 had accidentally dropped the loading ramp on top of the sedated female.  And now, he just secretly hoped that she survived long enough so that she could be returned to her "people" and seek the necessary repairs.  While the invasive testing was typically did not cause long term damage, it still would be very painful if the recipient was not sedated.  And while the technicians saw this female creature as a test subject and could care less if it lived or died, O3 did care.  When she had shown the special communication techniques to make a whole in the wall, that act had secured a promotion for him upon his return to their planet.  Simply out of gratitude, he wanted her to survive.

Looking away from her naked body lying on the table with various machines hooked up or investigating various orifices, he read a summary tablet that had been provided that showed the outcome of numerous tests.  "Ahhhhh" came from his lips as it was confirmed that the frontal lower orifice was confirmed to be a reproductive device.  But shaking his head, he still was confused about the removal of liquid waste from these creatures bodies.  On the previous subject, the male had a smaller appendage that was used to eject this liquid.  It appeared to be a well thought out design as the extended appendage could be directed away from the body during the ejection process.  But this female didn't have one of these appendages, yet appeared to discharge liquids from the same general area.  O3 wondered to himself Without the aid of the appendage, how does she keep from covering herself in the liquid?  Is the scent of the liquid some type of mating ritual?  Maybe covering herself in the liquid tells the male that she's ready to reproduce?  Shaking his head, he checked a box adjacent to this test signifying that additional research was needed.

Seeing movement below, he noticed that the tech's had completed the last of the tests and were securing the testing equipment.  Seeing the rise and fall of her feeding glands, he was satisfied that she had survived.  He relayed a message to command "O3 to Transport 12.  Ready to return subject.  Target acquired location called Hospital that O2 discovered during his investigation.  And Transport 12, please replace Navigator 7 with another immediately."

     The room was silent except the machines that were monitoring BBYGRL. She was laid their with a half cast that started just below her sternum and covered her entire body encapsulating both her legs as well. Her head was wrapped in gauze to cover the open slash in her skull, and lefy arm was in a cast from the shoulder down.  The heart monitor sat there and a methodically beep in a steady pattern. The EEG they had attached to her would spike several times a day as her brain activity went off the charts.  This made the doctor curious as he had never seen someone  as sedated as this patient  have such spikes in brain activity.

      It was apparent that she under distress, what was not so apparent to the doctor and the nurses who tended BBYGRl since they found her near the entrance of the hospital. Her incoherent and confusing babbling had them perplexed  for the last two weeks. Mysterious notes would come in for the young woman thanking her for deeds that the whole hospital staff felt odd about. These notes were thanking the woman for deeds she could not performed in her condition. She wasn't comatose, but she had not woken in the  since they had found her.

     Just this morning the nurse on duty delivered such a note of gratitude  As BBYGRl laid in the hospital tossing with a restless sleep and disturbing images playing in her mind. The nurse walked in and left the note next to BBYGRL's other notes and flowers

The Note Would Read Thank you For Bailing me out of Jail I really appreciate it Signed Tony Deluca .

The nurses had nothing else interesting to talk about ,except the mysterious woman who came to them two weeks ago. They were really curious how this young broken lady could have performed half of these acts she was gaining thanks for. They seemed to roll in daily adding to the mystery of this woman who laid there body broken and mind seemingly trapped elsewhere.