A shrill sounding beeping woke Andrew up a few hours later making him open his eyes. He stretched before reaching out with his left arm to pound the alarm clock in order to alleviate the auditory assault. Silence fell upon him and he laid there for a minute considering possibly taking the opportunity to call in sick for work. Not that he was sick. Andrew was just sick of working.

Never the less, Andrew sighed as he pulled the covers off and pulled himself out of his bed. Curiosity got the best of him as he walked over to look out the window. Strangely, the broken television wasn't there. All pieces of the wreckage were no where to be seen either. It was like it had never even happened. Maybe it didn't.

Was it possible that Andrew had dreamed up the whole ordeal? The strange blonde woman, the loud crash, and the man he'd never seen before a couple floors above him could have all been his imagination. Possibly it was a omen for another late night sex romp that meant nothing to him afterwards. Andrew would never admit it, but he felt guilt for his actions every now and then.

It seemed he had because the rest of his Saturday went perfectly normal. Andrew left his apartment, drove to work, worked a mind numbing shift at the cash register of a supermarket for more hours than he cared to admit, and then drove home.

The whole day Andrew's thoughts seemed to focus on the girl. Every time someone dropped something with a loud bang, every blond haired customer, and even the smile that his coworker slash former one night stand gave him when she skipped out early reminded Andrew of the woman. Now driving home with the sun beginning to set, he was dreaming again thinking about her in ways that might make a prostitute blush. Ok, well maybe not that explicit.

And then he saw the strange blonde woman for the second time. She was still wearing that coat and was walking down the crowded streets of the city as the evening began to set. Needless to say, Andrew stomped on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road to park while watching the person who had haunted his thoughts all day long.

He turned off the ignition and exited the vehicle as he noticed the woman was looking for something. The blonde appeared to be a little rushed come to think of it. Maybe he could be of some help? Not in a cheesy way that is. Women hate to know that they've been stared at by a perfect stranger, but maybe Andrew could be sly with his meeting. After all, he's had lots and lots of practice on the subject.

The woman stopped before staring down a dark ally and looking down at something in her hands. She left the crowd and started to walk into the darker alley determined. Whatever was down there interested Andrew too. He began to follow her. This mysterious woman had him intrigued.

Andrew couldn't find her as soon as he left the street behind. Had he merely imagined her again? His thoughts of the woman soon subsided as he began to feel tingly. The alley was quiet, almost too quiet. Perhaps he was stupid but it felt like he was being beckoned by an unknown force. He had to find out. Andrew began to walk again, but much slower this time.

A light shone out of a window on his left. As he got closer he realized it wasn't a light at all. A square like 'thing,' which was the best Andrew could describe it as, sat in a dark room on a table inside. The object was shining and he could have sworn it had started calling his name. With an almost seductive voice it called "Andrew, Andrew…"

Andrew crept toward the nearby door as he reached out to grab the handle as it continued to call his name. "Andrew…"

He jumped as hands came from behind him and pulled him back into the alley away from the door. An angry English accented female voice made him jump. "Are you thick? It's got a telepathic hold on you. Hold on, turn around."

Andrew did as he was told and then he noticed, it was her. The strange woman frowned at him before brandishing what appeared to be a screwdriver and pressed a button emitting a blue light from it. "Gotta confuse the signal real quick. There ya go."

Andrew was confused, but all he could get out was, "Thanks."

Again that same grin played across her features. "Don't mention it."

"What did you do?"

"Oh, I extrapolated the… oh never mind, I don't know what I'm talking about, do I?" The blonde laughed which Andrew awkwardly joined despite not knowing the punchline. "Point is you're safe now."

"You're English." Andrew immediately felt guilty for saying something so stupid.

Instead, the woman just laughed. "Yeah, I might be. Yeah."

"You saved me… I… What's your name?"

"I'm…" She stopped suddenly as she played with a purple bracelet on her arm almost studying it. "Just call me the Wolf."

"You really expect me to believe that don't you?"

She shrugged. "It's a name."

A playful grin played across Andrew's face. "Are you a good wolf or a bad one?"

"Oh, I like you." The Wolf pushed Andrew back playfully.

She seemed to be flirting back which was a good sign for Andrew. As with all women the next best step was to take an interest in what they were interested in. The task really wasn't that hard considering he was brimming with questions about the glowing object in the room that had almost made him a zombie. Might as well not be subtle about it. "That big glowing thing in the kitchen. What is it?"

"You familiar with aliens?"

"Sure, all these invasions in the past five years. I mean, I woke up standing on the edge of a freaking roof a couple of Christmas's ago."

"You must be A Positive then. Anyway…" The Wolf continued to explain as she used the screwdriver-like object to unlock the door and walk inside. "We're trying to stop a new invasion. This lot right here called the Chamils, I think, uses assimilation of other species." She picked up the glowing box off the table showing it to Andrew, who had followed her, proudly. "And this right here keeps the signals hidden. And we can't have that, can we?"

The Wolf used her tool pressing a button on it as a loud screeching sound penetrated the room. Andrew immediately covered his ears in pain as the room shook and dishes began to shake out of the cabinets. This chick was certifiably nuts!

An angry and loud voice called from another room. "Hey! What's going on over there?"