The sky was confused. It didn't exactly know if it wanted to rain or shine. Janet's finger was poised, ready to flick on the windshield wipers at any time. She was a careful driver. She never took any risks and always drove the speed limit. It was her 6th time down this road and she still felt unsafe. The trees loomed overheard and cast an eerie darkness across the path. Although it was midafternoon, it felt like dusk. But she couldn't turn back. It was too important.
Brad had scoffed at her. He mocked her for going back, and for even remembering what happened. Janet couldn't explain why she went back. She didn't know. Deep down something compelled her to. Maybe it was Frankie, trying to talk to her somehow. Oh, there she went again, making things up about a dead alien. Brad called her crazy. That's why he left her. He said he didn't want to deal with her nonsense anymore. He said she wasn't the same Janet. How could she be the same Janet? He wasn't the same Brad.
A light mist was falling now. It made everything seem distant and foggy. Apprehension set in. She gripped the wheel tighter as she craned her neck looking for the turn-off. She was looking for the broken sign. Well, it was a sign long ago. Now it was just a dilapidated wooden post, but it was something. With a violent turn, Janet steered the car onto the driveway.
Denton was a small town. Well, small enough for word to spread about Brad and Janet's little adventure. Dr. Scott was smart enough to escape all questions and interviews. He moved far, far away. His location in fact was unknown. Janet and Brad weren't so lucky. Her parents wanted her to stay. They wanted her to be famous, but she refused to talk. When the papers didn't get what they were looking for they turned on her, reporting that Janet Weiss was in fact mutated, or mentally challenged. All of these absurd rumors surfaced, but what was even more absurd was that people actually believed them.
When people passed her on the street, they'd cross to the other side in fear of catching whatever it was she had. No one talked to her. Brad called off the engagement. Janet Weiss was alone. Her parents grew angry with her. They were upset she wasn't sharing her story with the world. She tried so hard to get them to understand that what she went through wasn't something you talked about. It was just too… what was it exactly? Too many emotions surface when any mention of that night came up.
As she crested the hill, Janet half-expected to see the mansion still sitting ominously upon it, but she knew that was far-fetched. Frankie was dead. Columbia was dead. Eddie was dead. Rocky was dead. Riff Raff and Magenta left for their home planet. Even as she thought all these things, Janet realized just how utterly insane it all sounded. In frustration, Janet slammed her fist against the steering wheel, accidentally hitting her horn. The loud noise startled a flock or birds from a nearby tree. Before any tears should be shed, Janet leaned over to the passenger seat and took her flower.
Every year on that fateful day, Janet Weiss drove up to where the mansion used to be. Where it all happened. She would sit and reminisce about that night, about Frankie, about love, about Brad. She would think about how much she had changed. She would think about what her life would be like if Frankie was alive. So many things were up for thought. And once she was done she would place a flower on the soft dirt. It was her memorial of sorts. It was her 5th year anniversary.
With a grim expression, Janet headed solemly to the large patch of dirt. She made careful not to let her heels sink into the ground. She didn't want her shoes to get ruined. But as she lifted her eyes she saw something totally unexpected. There was someone else here. Someone else was there.