“Tis a galactic map.” The squashpump’s voice piped in her mind. “And a plan. Look o’er there. That’s where the lines begin.” One of the creature’s tentacles was straight and pointed towards a nearby area of wall.
Carrie and Dave went over and peered at the spot. It seemed the squashpump was correct. Many of the lines led to a blue-green dot, the third of eight circling the small star. Carrie gasped. “It’s Earth.” She turned wide eyes to Dave. “It’s an invasion plan, starting with us.”
She fumbled in her bag, and drew out the translator. “Errruorerrrrrh. Transgalactic Intercultural Community Crisis Liaison Manager Errruorerrrrrh.” Silence. “Oh for goodness sake. Errruorerrrrrh, come in, come in. Answer me. Transgalactic Intercultural Community Crisis Liaison Manager Errruorerrrrrh.” She s
