Ralph's satellite radio fired up making Bill jump from his seat like a rider in a coaster getting air time. The Beach Boys' "Don't Worry Baby" came across, loud and clear. Ralph understood the message and tried to take it to heart but he didn't think Bill got the significance, as his fists were white and clenched and every muscle in his body had tensed.
"Everything will turn out alright…"
Bill clasped his hand over his heart and Ralph was becoming agitated, not in response to the approaching light in the dark sky, but fearing for Bill's life.
"Don't worry baby
"Don't worry baby
"Don't worry ba-by"
Ralph hit the dash board in frustration. "Can't you see what you're doing to him?"
Suddenly he realized that the car had come to a complete halt. The radio ceased its appeal for calm and simply requested, "Please…come…on…board."
Bill found himself on the other side of the passenger door and Ralph followed suit and exited the car. They were both staring at the ship. Pam was no where in sight and Ralph was beginning to adopt some of Bills sentiments.
But, feelings, fears and sentiments didn't matter. They both felt themselves being propelled toward the ship like puppets. Bill was shaking and Ralph tried to steady him despite his own sense of helplessness.
"Ralph," he gasped.
"Easy, Bill"
"Ralph, I want you to know, you were right. I've been a coward, trying to hide in the woods."
"I didn't say that, never even thought it."
"The only way to deal with fear is to face it, head on, guns drawn, no holds barred. Same's true with little green guys too."
"That sounds like the old Bill Maxwell I know and love. No lead lined forts or tin foil hats."
"Never used 'em myself. The tin foil only amplifies radio waves. Some egg heads did a study."
Ralph felt Bill begin to calm as they stepped into the enveloping light.