Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work.

The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee tabe,
feeling that they enhanced his presence rather than diminishing it. The scars gave
it character and had not overwhelmed to the point that it had become ratty. The
jacket was in its prime and it knew it.
Frank knew there was a correct time and place to reveal his secret and this wasn't
it. The issue was that the secret might be revealed despite his best attempt to
keep it from coming out. At this point, it was out of his control and completely
dependant on those around him who also knew the secret. They wouldn't purposely
reveal it, or at least he believed that, but they could easily inadvertently expose
it. It was going to be a long hour as he nervously eyed everyone around the table
hoping they would keep their mouths shut.
The trees, therefore, must be such old and primitive techniques that they thought
nothing of them, deeming them so inconsequential that even savages like us would
know of them and not be suspicious. At that, they probably didn't have too much
time after they detected us orbiting and intending to land. And if that were true,
there could be only one place where their civilization was hidden.
Devon couldn't figure out the color of her eyes. He initially would have guessed
that they were green, but the more he looked at them he almost wanted to say they
were a golden yellow. Then there were the flashes of red and orange that seemed to
be streaked throughout them. It was almost as if her eyes were made of opal with
the sun constantly glinting off of them and bringing out more color. They were
definitely the most unusual pair of eyes he'd ever seen.
They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything they could think of they
might need. There was no time to double-check to make sure they w