Harry Danes shook his head. The world outside was quiet, but certainly not silent. Birdsong nearby. Distant traffic noises. Occasional flashes of brilliance as sunshine reflected off moving vehicles. Everything was clear and sharp in the cold winter sunlight.
He didn’t really know exactly what he expected to see, but whatever it was, it wasn’t this. Not this normal scene.
His eyes kept looking up into the clear blue sky. Into the empty blue chill of a beautiful morning.
No, this was not what he expected at all. But then, this, all this, was beyond anything he’d come across before.