"Dad, I am home." Adam shouted to announce his presence.

No response. Adam’s Dad usually stayed late at work working on “projects” that for one reason or another, or better said one excuse or another, he never told Adam much about. That was specially true for the last couple of years when his dad’s shroud of secrecy kept thickening until all translucency was gone. Adam never really took it personally, he knew there would always be some things his Dad would not be able to talk about as an Colonel at Peterson Air Force Base.

In any case, Adam felt he knew more about the base from internet conspiracy sites than from his own father. And there were plenty of conspiracies abound, yet most of his Dad's replies to Adam’s remarks and questions always went along the lines of, “you can’t believe everything you read online, Adam.”

Adam decided to go up to his room and lay down for a bit hoping to give his brain some time to wind down.

Clank. Something hit his window sill. Clank. Now it was the glass.

Adam opened his eyes, noticing the sound, as well as the fact he had fell fast asleep as it was now the middle of the night.

"Is someone throwing pebbles?" he mubled to himself as he got up from his bed. As he looked down the window he was stunned by who his eyes revealed to be standing on the wet asphalt in front of his house.

"It’s you!" Adam exclaimed at the girl wearing big oval sunglasses and a delicate polka dot head scarf standing there under the moonlight looking back up at him. And in his mind he once again heard, Hi.