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systems that we are missing something.”
    “Maybe he’s wrong …”
    “Bradley? Arthur Bradley from Scotland Yard? Wrong?” Farrell said with more emotion than she had heard for the entire interview. “Bradley is many things, but he’s not wrong here. He’s the guy who found the patterns with the computer and people disappearances. No, he’s not wrong. I wish he was.”
    More silence. Throat dry and breathing deeper, Perez thought she would have more questions but only managed one.
    “What happens next?”
    “We’re going to go into the next room where there are a bunch of stenographers using old manual stenotype machines and scientists with pens and pads of paper that are going to write everything you say about your project down. Your work is remarkable and that’s why we’re moving fast. If the data breach’s speed is any indicator, your work may hold the key in seeing the invisible,” Farrell replied.
    After a moment of silence, Perez could hear the fluorescent light again in addition to her breathing. Her growling hunger pains had gone. “A whole planet? An entire world just outside the visible spectrum?”
    “Yup, and that’s not the interesting part.”
    “What? A whole planet next door and we can’t see it, and that’s not the interesting part? Jesus, Colonel! What’s enough to pique your interest?”
    “I don’t think invisible planets occur naturally. Who’s running the technology to make an entire planet invisible and why are they hiding?” Farrell returned to looking at his folded hands.
    “What happens to me after I give you everything?”
    “You go into witness protection. A place where there’s lots of wheat fields, in the middle of nowhere. No computer or internet. Just books, lots of books if you like.”
    Perez sat still. Her world and life had completely changed in mere hours.
    Shit
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Present Day
Chapter Two
Dreams Do Come True - Terra
    Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.
– Confucius
    Cold rain washed over Andrea Perez. She stood, feeling chilled and drenched, in the middle of a cornfield with her slipper-clad feet sinking into the mud. A huge, black bird- shaped ship hovered silently mere feet above the ground. Three small females stood before her. Their sleek black jumpsuits seemed at odds with their large jaws, sloping foreheads, and broad faces.
    “Obviously, we are not from around here,” the redhead said.
    “I thought aliens would have really big heads and speak telepathically?”
    “Why do Earthers say that when it is clear that they are the giants? But enough. For you to be safe, we must go,” the woman said. No coercion, no force, just a statement.
    Still, she hesitated.
    “Safe? From who? Farrell?”
    “No, not him. He is determined and committed to the truth, but he means you no harm. Others are not like him. And if we were able to find you with ease, they surely will.”
    “My dad? He’ll be alone?”
    “No, he will not. He understands and wishes you well. He will join you but not before his work is done.”
    “What work?”
    “Preparing Earth for the truth. We need your help as well.”
    “Why me?”
    “Our holographic emitters are failing. We need your help.”
    Reassured, Perez smiled and approached the ship’s extended ramp with confidence. “I’ll miss the rain,” she said.
    Why will I miss the rain … there’s no rain on Terra? Lightning. Ice. Caves. Underground … There’s only rain on Earth. I’m not on Earth.
    Perez’s consciousness returned as her recurring dream of her last day on Earth faded. She sat up, jolted to the present. She’d had far too many mushrooms and ‘special’ cabbage dishes that, though they filled her quickly, made her very sleepy. After years of combining those two foods, she should expect such dreams.
    Perez blinked and stretched in her seat. She’d fallen asleep at her work station in her small quarters. A series of old blueprints for terraform equipment that had