Nine of Pentacles [Reversed]

My Office—NIGHT

I nod awake. I am in my darkened office, looking drowsily at a web cam site showing a night in the desert. I put my finger to the screen and read the explanatory text:

Remember, this website’s camera feed is completely isolated and in the pitch black night in the New Mexico desert, but if you advance to frame seventy-three...

I feel a little uneasy watching this feed from the defunct Mountweazel Chemical Depot, but scroll through the frames, nonetheless. I can see the occasional wavering of lights frame to frame. But this takes too long so I highlight the window and punch in seventy-three. I exhale slowly, initially relieved to see nothing there. But staring at the screen a second I begin to trace out the faint suggestion of a face with big almond eyes, an alien, with my finger on the screen. I click to advance the frame. It's still there on seventy-four. I jump up from my desk, run to the window and rip open the shades. Nothing is there.

Yet.

I back into the corner of the room, paralyzed.

I try to rationalize with myself. After all, I may know about the Visitors, but so what. I am not the moneyman. If they know that, they will probably have no reason to bother me.

I peek out the window.

Still, I’d hate to get lobotomized just so some aliens can be on the safe side.

There is some rustling outside the door.