Part 2: Famous Pumpkin Pie

Lucy was still running on adrenalin when she climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her head. Everyone ran home, except for David who walked Lucy back to the trailer where she lived with her uncle and aunt. He made sure that she was safe before climbing back out her kitchen window. Thank God Dan and Lisa didn't hear me. Lucy thought to herself. But that was the least of her worries. Who was that back at Area 51? Was it a government official? It couldn't have been. Cause if it was, she wouldn't be here right now. Was it an alien? Naw. Aliens don't exist. The only reason that Area 51 was famous, in Lucy's opinion, was because the government wanted to have a military base in Roswell so they could test all their freaky experiments and all that other government crap. There were no aliens…only sick military officials performing bizarre animal (and possibly human) testing. And the so called "space ship" was really a weather balloon. Nothing remotely paranormal. That thing was probably just one of the experiments gone wrong. Some freak of nature stuck there. Probably too afraid of the world to show it's ugly head. This thought seemed to calm Lucy's nerves as she drifted off to sleep.

"Order up!" came Lou's voice from behind the kitchen window.

"Got it!" Lucy called back. She tried to balance the two warm plates of eggs and pancakes on her arms, while trying not to trip over her big feet. She was getting better at it. She had only been working at Rosie's Flying Saucer Diner for only a month, but she had successfully trained herself to be able to balance four plates of hot eggs, two on each side. Now, if she could get over how stupid she looked in her uniform. The uniform mainly consisted of jeans and a t-shirt with "Rosie's Flying Saucer" scrawled across the back with the picture of an alien in a space ship eating a piece of Rosie's Famous Pumpkin Pie. The only thing about the uniform she loathed was the baby pink half apron. There weren't any black ones left, so she was stuck wearing one of Rosie's hand-me-downs. But, Lucy got a good pay and generous tips, so it wasn't so bad.

Lucy made it, eggs still on the plate, to table 2. She heard the ringing of the bell that hung over the door, and knew that another costumer had arrived for their breakfast. She instinctively walked over to table 1.

"Welcome to Rosie's Flying Saucer. I'm Lucy, and I'll be you waitress today. What can I get ya?"

"Hmmm…I don't know, Miss Lucy, what do you suggest?" asked the voice.

Lucy had to look up. This voice didn't sound like anyone from Roswell. Or the states for that matter. A tourist. Probably. Obviously from England or something cause the person had an accent that sounded British. But that's not the strangest thing Lucy noticed. This man was wearing a brown pinstripe suit. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He looked to be in his thirties, and he was very slender. He just sat there smiling with his hands folded on top of the menu placed before him. This was obviously not a tourist.

"um…er…." Lucy began. "the eggs here are good."

"Sounds lovely. I'll have ten eggs and…you have sausages here, correct?" he said.

"er…yes." Lucy replied.

"Good. I'll have thirteen sausages too."

"A-and to drink?"

"Oohh, I don't know. How about orange juice?"

Lucy stared at the stranger. He returned her gaze with a wide smile.

"Comin' right up." Lucy said as she slowly walked over to the counter. "Ten orders of eggs, thirteen orders of sausages, and an OJ for table 1."

Lou, the cook, stuck his head out of the kitchen window into the diner. "How many people are at tale 1?"

"Just some British guy." Lucy replied.

"Wha? That scrawny guy? He can't possibly eat that much!"

"He ordered it." Lucy said. "Better make it for him."

Lou, still in disbelief, went back to work. Lucy watched the man out of the corner of her eye. He seemed normal. But, all that food? Maybe he was like that Japanese guy who competed in all those food eating contests. She doubted it though. She watched as he just sat there looking out the window with his hands folded. He looked like he was uncomfortable, almost edgy.

"Order up!" Lou called.

Lucy snapped out of her staring, and tried to balance the five plates of food. She wobbled over to table 1. "Ten orders of eggs, thirteen orders of sausages, and one orange juice."

The man clasped his hands together.

"Looks lovely!" he exclaimed.

"Better have a big stomach." Lucy joked as she walked away. She went over to the register and pretended to count the money. She watched to see if the man really could eat all the food. To her astonishment, all the food on the plates was gone. And the orange juice glass; empty. The man was looking in Lucy's direction. He smiled. Lucy walked back over to him slowly. "Are you finished, sir?"

"Yes, quite!" he replied. "Very good, I might add. Give my complements to the chef!"

"Um…I will. Can I get you anything else?"

"Yes you can! I would really love to have a piece of Rosie's Famous Pumpkin Pie. I've heard so much about it."

"Sure. Ok." Lucy replied, still dazed. All that food and he wants desert?! She walked over to where they had the pie in the pie case. She cut him a slice and put whipped cream on top. She walked back and placed it in front of the man. He smiled at her warmly.

"Looks delicious." He said.

Lucy nodded. "Should I give you your check?"

"Oh, no, I don't believe I'll be needing it." He replied as he devoured the pie.

"Sir, somebody has to pay for all this." Lucy said, shocked.

"I know." He replied simply. "But, that somebody isn't going to be me."

Lucy had to deal with people like this before…or at least Lucy would get Lou to deal with it. Lucy rushed over to Lou. "Lou, that guy at table 1 won't pay for his food."

Lou immediately rushed out from the kitchen. "I'll talk to him…wait, where'd he go?"

Lucy looked toward where the man sat…or was sitting.

The booth was empty. The man was gone. And on the table was a piece of paper with the word "I.O.U" written on it.

"How in the hell did he get out so fast?!" Lou bellowed.

Lucy just shook her head. He didn't even leave a tip!

Part 3: Men in Black

Lucy was very angry. She felt bad for Lou and even worse for Rosie. Their whole income came from that diner. They were cheated by that guy…and Lucy was cheated out of a tip. But, he had to get to her other job. Around 3 in the afternoon, Lucy was behind the counter at The Landing Site, a small tourist shop near the diner. Lucy lazily flipped through the pages of a magazine while a family was browsing the gift shop items. This was the easiest job she ever had. All she had to do was sit there are take the nice tourists money. A much more relaxing environment compared to Rosie's. The door to the shop opened and two men in matching black suits and hats walked in. They walked up to there Lucy sat.

"Excuse me miss," one of them said. "but we're wondering if you've seen anything odd happen latly?"

Lucy stared at the men. "Um…no, not really. Why?"

"Just wondering." The other man replied. "Is there a manager here we can also talk to?"

"Yeah, sure. Merve!"

Merve, the gift shop owner, appeared from the back storage room with a giant plastic green alien. "What can I do for ya fellas?"

"We're with the police, sir." They replied showing their shiny badges. "We've heard that there was a disturbance on or around Area 51 last night."

Lucy froze. Had that thing that caught them last night gone to the police. Or had one of these guys been the one that snuck up on them. They couldn't possibly have seen our faces. Lucy thought. That light that emitted from the door was too bright. It would have blinded them like it did us!