The sky was a sick yellow color. The kind that comes about when the sunset during heavy fog and everything gets an eerie and unsettling feel about it. The massive shadow of the ship above bore more of those unsettling feelings than the ugly setting sun in the city smog. Sky scrapers like jagged uncut nails claws anxiously at the fearsome setting that the Others cast. The Others. So unoriginal as far as ambiguous names went for media headlines. But then again there wasn't much that anyone knew about them. Or even why they were there, hovering like a micromanaging adult just behind the shoulder of child trying desperately to work "out-side the box", as they put it, in class. The city was anxiously still for a few hours, like people were afraid that if they did anything out of the ordinary they would be personally selected as the very first casualty.

If the Others were even aggressive at all, that is. Lenny Bruce sat on his worn out plaid couch in his mother's garage, staring at the sky from the barest peek the looming garage roof permitted. It was glimpse enough. He really didn't want to see the entire thing. In his two-day worn jeans and grease stained shirt from working at Pizza Hut just a couple of hours before, the nineteen year old bean pole didn't have the energy to flip out like his mother had. He didn't have the wit to broadcast his view on the situation from SnapShout or 'quack' a hundred and fifty characters of something deeply insightful on Waddle. He didn't have the bravery to pack up all his most precious items, like the Bensons across the street, and make for the mountains or countryside. As if that would help anyway.

The Others were in the sky. They had a ship roughly the size of a city itself floating there in the gauzy yellow of the setting city day. They had traveled through space and still had enough energy to sit silently up there in the atmosphere. Lenny Bruce just sat there, still covered in a thin layer of grease and sweat from a summer job, in his beat up old Inverse shoes. Running a large hand over his lean face, his grey eyes blinked slowly. Afraid? Nah. What was the point. No matter where people scrambled to or how much they panicked...the Others were there. And other life, far more intelligent than human life, existed. And if they wanted to wipe Lenny's mom's tiny two bedroom house off the planet along with the rest of the city, maybe even the world, there wasn't a thing he or anyone else could do to stop it.

So he just stared, grey eyes and slack scrawny limbs, leaned up against a couch that smelled of old pizza and gasoline. The world as humanity knew it could be at an end... and Lenny Bruce just couldn't muster an ounce of energy or fear to be afraid like every other sane person he knew.