“At least it’s morning in China!” None of them seemed to help. Brenda looked out her window. She sighed. Then she saw something move. This something was inhuman. It was darkly colored, and seemed bushy, like it was a giant, hairy mass moving along the grassy yard of Brenda’s house. Then she saw a pair of flashing yellow lights, looking straight through her window. Suddenly the window broke. Brenda screamed, loudly enough for her brothers to hear her. They came in, each looking like they were about to do whatever it took to save their little sister.