I stared down at the chaos on the field. The announcer, himself disappointed by the turn of events – whatever they had been – changed his sales pitch. “... PROUD TO BE A MEMBER OF THE RESURRECTION CHURCH OF THE ANCIENT GODS ... YOUR DEVOTION ... YOUR DONATIONS ... TONIGHT WE CAME SO CLOSE ... IN JUST A FEW DAYS ...”
“What just happened?” I asked Dana. I was clicking through the pictures on my cellphone. But the action on the field, the man on the stretcher, the shape in the sky, the creature that had seized its victim and vanished – everything had been too dark and too far away.
In practical terms, Dana gave me the best answer I could hope for: “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
The crowd began to chant again. This time there was a different melody along with the words, a melody I recogn
