There was that fresh early morning feel outside the van. The wet grass scuffed under our ankles. I took her hand and led the way, even though I had no idea where we were going. "You ever think about aliens?" she asked. "Can't say that I do." "If I were an alien, I'd land here ... or somewhere like here." "Yeah, it is pretty beautiful," I offered, scanning the expanse of farmers fields around us, deciding she most likely lived in...