—Oh, just a little crater in Roswell.

—Well I’m from New York, but every summer we crash in Area 51.

—Yeah, my father had the same landing coordinates. My grandfather too.

—Imagine landing in a cornfield! Oh, you landed in a cornfield? No, that’s great, I thought about landing in a cornfield too.

—No yeah, I went to a boarding spaceship.

—My crash site? It’s this darling, little, boutique, impact crater. It’s on this island off Cape Cod.

—My dimensional displacement counselor wanted me to take a gap eon before choosing an impact site. So enriching.