Chapter six
A bolt of electricity shot forth from John's wand hitting the sphere that floated above the burning automobile. It sparked, and fell to the ground next to the inferno. John sprinted up to it, embraced it in his arms, and ran off. "We haven't much time!"
He led Joan down an outside staircase to the door of a basement flat. Beneath the window, John crouched down and examined the sphere.
"Your wand shoots lightning?" asked Joan.
"It's not a wand, " snapped John, "it's a sophisticated, scientific device. I could have burnt it out doing that. It's not designed for such a discharge, but I had to capture it. "
He waved his wand over the sphere. It opened up, and inside, amidst a net of wires, was a withered looking head. The top of its skull was an enormous dome. It looked like its head was too small for it's brain.
"It's an alien!" gasped Joan.
John ignored her, and adjusted the red dial on the wand's base.
"What's going on out here?" demanded a weary looking housewife, shouting over the barking of her dog. No sooner had she stepped outside, Joan, John, and the sphere disappeared into thin air. She shook her head as if to clear it, went back in side, and resumed watching a moon landing documentary.