In the days that came, I found Ogilvy became more consistently distressed. He would spend countless hours and nights in his lab, staring through that great telescope at the star.

One day he startled me by acknowledgement. "What do you know of stars boy?" he didn't even look up at me as he kept his back hunched and stared intently through the glass scope. As I shuffled my feet nervously he raised an eyebrow and took a few seconds to look away from the object of his obsession, and deliver me a questioning glance. "Normally I can't get you to shut up." He joked.

"I'll agree to that!" came a soft voice.

I turned my head and felt a glare take hold of my face as I gazed at the new person. "Well Emily, if I am talking, that usually means that I don't have to listen to you!" I stuck my tongue out immaturely as I took in her details.

She wore a straight lavender dress which moved down her perfectly. As she moved, the material seemed to shimmer with light and beauty. Her blonde curls where tied back under her hat which held a single rose. "You know, if we were with anyone other than Ogilvy, you would be put over the knee and handed the belt." She grinned.
"Such an un-lady like thought to be thought of boys getting hit on their arse by a belt" Now it washer turn to blush.
"I will wallop you if you carry on speaking like that!" Emily snapped.
"If you two carry on, it will be a clip around the ear 'ole for both of you!" Ogilvy snapped as he looked up from the telescope. "So then, come on lad, what's your answer?"
"I know everything that you taught me." I shrugged.
"What about... life on other planets..." he raised an eyebrow at me expectantly as though I was the teacher.
"Well... what if there was something... something other than us... something... older." I stopped when Emily burst out into laughter at me.
"You must not be serious John!" Emily sat as she fell into a barrel of hysterics.
"And what would you think of it! Please give us your fascinating perspective and observations on the possibility of life on over planetoids." I snapped, making each word bite at her.
"Um... well."
"I thought so, you-OW!"me and Emily yelped as Ogilvy whacked us both upside the head.
"You two are giving me a headache!" he muttered before he took a seat back in front of the telescope. "John, tell your parents you will be staying here tonight,I need you to do some work for me."
"Why tell them." I muttered, "Father will be out drinking and mother will be doing the same but just at home instead."
"Hey." Ogilvy smiled slightly, "You know... you could always call me father. I could be a surrogate father." he shrugged, "I always wanted a son."
"Okay... father." I smiled slightly.

Ogilvy gazed through the window for a couple more seconds before he sighed. "Go to bed son, we are most certainly going to be in for a rough night."
"Yes... father." A smile made it's way onto his tired face as his ancient eyes regarded me for a few seconds."Night Emily." I muttered, but just as Ogilvy was, she was regarding the sky as though they both could see something I, myself could not.
"Night John... sweet dreams."

-Break-

As a loud roar shook the foundations of my home I rolled out of bed onto the cold floor wet floor. It took me a few seconds to gain my bearings and a couple seconds longer to realise why the floor was wet.

It was my blood.

Glass shards littered the floor as the window frame which was embedded into the wall, was smashed to pieced and the wall around it; fractured. Just like a knife to the heart. The curtains began to reach out as the winds of the storm began to send them flying. "Good god!" I cried as I quickly drew them over the now gaping hole in my wall. Lassoing the soft fabrics and pinning them against the wall to act as some barrier between myself and the howling wolf of the wind.

I ran to the following window as an emerald glare broke the purple and grey sky. Such a bright flash of light in the dark, oh, how beautiful it was to see!

But I was so naïve at the time.

I leant in closer as this beautiful sight broke through the cloud cover. The clouds were viciously torn away as the burning emerald dropped through the night. It was as though the sky had opened an eye and its green jewel brilliance had graced the land with light.

But like I said; I was so naïve.

As it got closer, I made it out not to be an emerald but rather a dropping horror. The closer it came I began to regard its sheer size.

What I had thought originally an emerald light, was a dark green mist. As it smashed past the house I heard the roaring hiss which shook my home to it's very foundations. My eyes widened as the smoke screen of a green mist was raised and i made out the glowing black metal. "It's not a star." I flinched back. "By god, it's not a star!" my mind slowly rolled back to the talk of the evening. "Life... on other planetoids... a shooting star which isn't a star." My breath slowly began to race as fear gripped me.
"Son?" Ogilvy's worried voice echoed into the room as he and Emily piled in. They haven't even slept. I thought. "You have to calm down." Ogilvy insisted.
"John. Stop, it's going to be okay!" Emily persisted.
"But- it isn't... it can't... there couldn't..."
"The chances are a million to one." Ogilvy reassured me but as we we watched. From the sky, a burst of green was faintly made out from the red star which was Mars.
"BUT STILL THEY COME!" I screamed.