“Holey moley. What’s this?? A spaceship? No. *Two* spaceships. Back to back with each other. I’ve got to go investigate this for sure.
“Hallo?
“Looks like they just had a picnic. Or are having one, given that the food lays there uneaten. Maybe even… no. Can’t be. Nooo.”
But then he got slapped on the cheek when he picked up one of the picnic baskets for further examination — enough for it to turn red — and knew it to be true. The aliens are still here. The aliens are… invisible!
“Keep it coming!” he yelled into the thin air all around him as he picked up other items from the table cloth, provoking more slaps. “I want to wake up!”
Sunklands 