[It's a beautiful morning in Luceti. The sun is shining, the grass is green, and there's a small dot hurtling down from the sky which is neither bird nor plane.
The "dot" slams into a large oak tree near the centre of the village, whose branches groan in pain as they bend to absorb the energy of the landing, then fling her back up into the air. Now
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So he runs over to the tree, arriving just in time for the UFO to settle on the branch.]
...Uhh...
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[And for the first time she notices that-]
... hey, where the heck are we?
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The sky is all different... and the air feels... too shiny...
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Uhh, well... It's a long story.
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...Say, Pascal, did you see a book with your name on it?
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[She has a look around the base of the tree.]
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[She finds the journal a few feet away and snatches it up. Indeed, it has her name on it.]
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[She hands it over.]
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Well, you see, Pascal... This is Luceti.
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Luceti... Luceti... not ringing any bells.
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