The indicator now shows the year to be 2075. Suddenly, the cylinder begins to shake back and forth. Just as suddenly, it comes crashing down, landing, as they note from the window, in a sort of grassy plane. Daniel and Kerry make a quick check. "The damage seems to be only slight, thanks to the softness of the ground."
"Thank goodness for that."
Suddenly, they are aware of voices coming from outside the cylinder. Looking through the window, they can see a large shuttle-plane in the background and a crowd of about twenty people gathered around the cylinder. Some are banging on the door, while others are trying to force it open with strange looking tools.
"Let’s oblige them before they break the thing." suggests Walt, and he opens the door.
Many people start to talk at the once.
"Who are you?"
"Where are you from?"
"You look just like us."
"What kind of craft is this?"
Walt raises his hand. "We’ll tell you, but you have to promise to tell us who you are and why you brought us here."
"At least they speak the same language as we do." observes one man.
Our friends can't help but notice the sound of shooting in the distance. Suddenly another man who seems to be the leader of the group steps forward, raises his hand and shouts: "O.K., Let’s go! It’s not really safe here, you know. We can all go to my shelter."
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