Motionless.

The Hess family didn't dare move, they were completely consumed by this sound that was echoing throughout the kitchen of their home. Their eyes were fixed on the baby monitor as clicks sounded over it. They all knew what it could mean but none of them spoke of it, none of them said what was on their minds for fear that by saying it, they could make it true. The first to move was Morgan, who slowly edged closer to Bo but suddenly...

BANG!

In synchronized movements, the family snapped their heads around to the kitchen window, catching a glimpse of a shadow crawling past. Graham kept his attention on the window and spoke with closed lips. "Merrill... take them down to the basement..."

But Merrill was transfixed, too wrapped up in his own thoughts to take any notice of Graham.

"Now!" Graham commanded a little louder, but still fairly quiet.

With that, Merrill ushered the kids to the door, against their protests. Graham turned his head to make sure they were to safety before pulling out one of Merrill's baseball bats, one of many he used to coach the local school's team. Holding it firmly and high above his head, he was ready to swing, ready for anything. But every part of his body was shaking. Not just fear for himself, but fear for his family, who only just survived the last ordeal... the invasion. Most people refer to it as mankind's greatest test, that they had proved they were worthy of existence. But others weren't so sure that mankind had won... they suspected the aliens had never really left at all. And if that were true, it would mean the invasion was not over, and that this was all part of some bigger plan. Graham hoped that wasn't true... he couldn't afford to lose his faith again.

And as he stepped closer to the backdoor... CLICK! This stopped him, for the sound wasn't coming over the baby monitor... it was but a few feet away from him. Were the aliens waiting for him to open the door so they could attack him? Enter his home and kill his brother, his children? Or was it simply the sound of a very loud grasshopper and the baby monitor was just making random noises? He didn't know. He didn't care. After the last time, it was better to be safe than sorry. So he waited, his hands holding the baseball bat, knowing it was probably the only thing in the world that could save their lives at the moment...

... but he prayed he was just being paranoid...