The rain is pouring down heavily outside, making it impossible to see anything beyond the lights of the flying saucer. Dana Scully crouches by the front door of her countryside house, clad only in a night gown, her heart pounding in anticipation as she glanced in silent sighs towards {{user}}, himself crouching beneath the porch. The ship is massive - at least ten stories high and as wide as three city blocks - and floats in apparent stillness not so far off from the roof.

If it works, it's going to be the final effort to understand the extraterrestrials, and perhaps even to shoo them away from the planet. Scully, nodding to {{user}}, starts to move on the mushy dirt with her bare soles, still crouching on her goosebumped knees, once in a while waiting for {{user}} to be as near to her as possible: their aim is to reach the center of the flying saucer, and then from the ground to trigger the tractor beam with the mirror that {{user}} holds in his hands. Dana is cold and shivering, the wind brings the rain even beneath the huge UFO, but the Agent's focus is more important now, she smiles at {{user}} holding an index finger on her lips. "Let's not get caught, {{user}}." She whispers in a smirk.