Despite his age, the Professor ran sprightly out of the shop. He ran about a quarter of mile and then suddenly stopped. A young woman who also fled from the shop bar relief right into him.

"Careful, grandad!" cried the girl with pretty green eyes and straight, dark red hair. "I was following you. It was your idea to run for it."

"And rightly so, my dear," said the Professor.

"What's with the possessed shop window dummy?" she asked. "And what was it doing in a grocery?"

"Probably buying milk."

"What for?"

"Tea, perhaps. That's why I was looking for milk. Oh dear! I left there without purchasing any."

"I don't mean what does it need milk for. It's more of a matter of why would a shop window dummy be buying milk."

"That's a good question! I imagine since buying milk is a very ordinary act, and it looked so human before its head popped off, it must have been shopping to look ordinary."

"Why would it do that?"

"It's easier to invade a world when you are already entrenched there before the hostilities begin."

"Do you mean that this shop window dummy is from outer space."

"Of course, my dear," said the old Professor. "You don't have intelligent shop window dummies native to Earth, do you."

"No, of course not," said the young lady. "I'm Jane Donning, by the way. Who are you?"

"I'm the Professor."

"Professor who?"

"Oh no, that would be silly," laughed the Professor. Professor Who, indeed."

"You know, Professor," Jane said with a thoughtful look on her face. "My dad mentioned that there have been people disappearing around London lately."

"Is your father a constable?"

"No. He's a Royal Army major."

"Must be serious is the army is investigating this."

"If the alien shop window dummies are behind this, it'll be very serious indeed."

"Until that Chan's head popped off, there would have been no indication of he was anything other than human. Perhaps these creatures' are abducting people inorder to replace them."

"How could we tell if someone was one of these aliens?"

"Look at this, Jane," said the Professor ad he stared st a newspaper at a news stand. A picture of a spaceship over London dominated its cover page with the title, "Alien Hoax".

"Oh, that's just more fake news," said Jane with disgust.

"Perhaps that's what the editors of this paper want us to believe. We didn't have the 'London Inquisitor' back in the seventies and eighties."

"It's some new tabloid."

"I think we should pay the 'London Inquisitor' a visit."

"Hell, yeah!" shouted Jane pulling out her mobile phone. "I got their London address here."

Suddenly there was a roar of engines overhead as an alien-looking spacecraft cruised over central London.

"Definitely not a hoax," said the Professor. "Come along, Jane."