“George! Wake up! Oh, George, please wake up! Something is wrong!” He woke. He smiled at her, waking. “Something is wrong—the sirens—what is it?” Still almost in his dream, he said without emotion, “They’ve landed.” For he had done just what she told him to do. She had told him to dream that the Aliens were no longer on the Moon.
Omg. I saw this coming a mile away.
