The clock tower chimed at the stroke of _____________ in our small

town. I stood in _________________ as the crowd dispersed. We had

just witnessed an ________________ flying object hovering over the

town library.

As we walked away, we took great precaution, unsure of

what might have been left behind by the object. The possibilities

were _______________________.

I was filled with________________. I couldn’t walk down the street in

my town any more and trust everyone I saw. They could be

linked somehow to this flying saucer that was over our town.

This place won’t be the same for quite awhile.