Setting the scene: The temperature outside is hovering around 3-degrees Fahrenheit. It’s after midnight. We are snuggled in bed. The house is dark. All of a sudden, there is a loud motor-like noise outside.
Him, mumbling under the covers: What is that noise?
Me, yanked from the verge of slumber by his question: It’s the aliens. They’ve come to get you. I told them where you’d be tonight.
Him: But it’s so cold outside. I thought it would be hot when they came for me.
Me: Space is cold. Space is a very, very cold place.
Him: True. But, you’d think their engines would warm it up a bit. I hope it’s warm in the Mothership.
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