It wasn’t a Grebulon ship. Not that she was suddenly an expert on extraterrestrial craft, but this was a sleek and beautiful silver and white thing about the size of a large ocean-going yacht, which is what it most resembled. Next to this, the structures of the huge half-dismantled Grebulon ship looked like gun turrets on a battleship. Gun turrets. That’s what those blank grey buildings had looked like. And what was odd about them was that by the time she passed them again on her way to reboarding the small Grebulon craft, they had moved. These things flitted briefly through her head as she ran from the taxi to meet her camera crew.

那不是格里布隆人的飞船。倒不是说她突然就成了异星飞船专家，但这是个光滑美丽的银白色物体，体积约莫跟大洋上的游艇差不多，形状也跟它最为相似。此外，格里布隆那艘垮了一半的大飞船，结构活像是战舰上的炮塔，炮塔。那些灰黑色的大楼也是那副模样，而且最奇怪的是，等她回到机库，搭上格里布隆的飞船准备返回地球时，还看见它们移动了。就在崔茜卡钻出出租车，跑去和自己的小组会合时，这些事情在她脑子里一闪而过。

‘Where’s the girl?’ she shouted above the noise of helicopters and police sirens.

“那姑娘在哪儿？”她喊道，免得声音被直升飞机和警笛盖过。

‘There!’ shouted the producer while the sound engineer hurried to clip a radio mike to her. ‘She says her mother and father came from here in some parallel dimension or something like that, and she’s got her father’s watch, and… I don’t know. What can I tell you? Busk it. Ask her what it feels like to be from outer space.’

“那儿！”制片人喊回来，录音师赶过来给她别上无限耳麦，“她说她父母是来自这儿的什么平行位面什么的，还有她拿了她父亲的表，还有……我不知道。我能告诉你什么？做好准备。问她从外层空间来什么感受。”

‘Thanks a lot, Ted,’ muttered Tricia, checked that her mike was securely clipped, gave the engineer some level, took a deep breath, tossed her hair back and switched into her role of professional reporter, on home ground, ready for anything.

“多谢了，特德。”崔茜卡喃喃地说。她检查过麦克风有没有别好，还跟录音师试了试音，然后深吸一口气，把头发往后一甩，切换到她的专业主播形象，在她熟悉的领域，崔茜卡准备好了应付一切。

At least, nearly anything.

至少，几乎是一切。

She turned to look for the girl. That must be her, with the wild hair and wild eyes. The girl turned towards her. And stared.

她转身寻找外星姑娘的身影。那一位肯定就是了，狂乱的头发，狂乱的眼睛。那姑娘向她转过身来，然后瞪大眼睛。

‘Mother!’ she screamed, and started to hurl rocks at Tricia.

“妈妈！”她尖叫道，并且开始朝崔茜卡扔石头。