“The rings of Saturn. The rings of Saturn!” Daniel shook his head and started to pace. He laughed, and then he pointed at Cian. “Hey, you might want to back up, because whatever gas they’re sucking in is making them high as kites.” For once, he was grateful he only had to breathe in enough oxygen to form words. The tire iron twirled in his hand.

“Listen, I’m about ten seconds away from bashing that thing’s skull in and calling the cops,” he said. “I may not be human anymore, but I like America alien-free. It’s your call, dude. What do you want me to do?”