It was because of the winter. That was why this was happening. The windswept fields had begun to spring small crop-circles, much to the farmers' dismay. His crops were ruined and there was a prospect of aliens. Of course, it could always be mischievous mittens getting their hands on a lawnmower. It wasn't that hard to make crop-circles, after all, but back to my theory of winter. The cold always sent one or two scuttling away into the dark recesses of their minds, only to never return again. There was also the chance that I was wrong and there really were aliens. With my line of work, I wouldn't be surprised.

When we got back to the apartment, Sam started flicking through all of our fanbases, as they called them. He was disgusted to see at least fifty more proclaiming that we had a 'juicy and forbidden affair'. I suggested some coffee and he obliged my offer graciously.

"You should really stop checking those." I pointed to the computer. "One day, you'll be sick all over it by the sheer number of fantasies about us." Sam chuckled.

"Well, at least it keeps me occupied. What do you have?"

I shrugged. "I have you."

He gave me a look that said; 'you are pathetic. I need to find you a girlfriend.' I laughed.

"We don't have time for relationships, little bro. We've got a date with crop-circle 101. Besides, your company is the equivalent of three girls." Sam then chased me around the apartment. I soon had him pinned down.

"I give, I give," he cried.

I released him and smiled. "I'm still better than you. We should get some sleep. It's getting late."

The next morning, I took a while to get up. I had spent most of the night looking after a nightmare-infested child, who insisted on being loud enough to keep the whole neighbourhood awake. His heavy breathing and cries were so distinct to me that I found it hard to ignore them. Despite myself, I was very concerned about my brother. All very touching, I know, but back to our mission.

Breakfast was easy with scalding coffee and slightly burnt toast. We very seldom had anything else. We made it to the farm in record time, arriving before nine. The farmer was already out and walking around his fields and reported to us that there were more. I was stumped. Our hotel was not that far away from the farm and I hadn't heard anything last night. We took a closer look at the circles. The fresh ones smelled of smoke. They had been burnt. But… how? My mind went in the same circles as the crops and soon, I got frustrated.

I reasoned with myself. The circles before had not been burnt, rather cut down, as if with a lawn mower. The circles that were burnt would have been impossible as any fire set there would have cleared it all out. The crops surrounding the circles were not wet, so water was out of the question. Sam and I stared at each other, dumbfounded.

"You know, I usually have an idea on these things but this time, I have no clue."

"Me too. Is there any chance it could be a real alien?"

"It is possible, but I don't like its chances. There are heaps of paranormal things but I've never heard of an actual sighting of aliens. If there were aliens, I think we would have figured it out by now. It could be some kids, but I highly doubt it. A ghost is also possible or a witch, maybe."