Kim was a young woman with an unusual hobby- she watched the skies for UFO's. When she was a little girl, she'd seen strange lights in the sky one night while walking outside with her grandfather. He'd told her about some of the strange things he'd seen while he had been in the Air Force.
"They'll tell you that there's no such things as aliens, but I know this- there are things out there nobody understands. You should always look for your own truth."
She'd taken that to heart, and soon had read all the literature about UFO's. Stuff like alien abductions she eventually dismissed, but strange objects in the sky, things that could maneuver and move at speeds beyond human technology? They existed, there were too many sightings.
The question was, what were they, and why were they here? She didn't know, but she wanted to find out. Every weekend, she'd get in her grandfather's old pickup, and head out into the country, where she'd set up her telescope, searching the skies.
She saw some odd things, but nothing conclusive. Nothing that was proof. But she kept trying.
For Spring Break, she decided to head out west, to find someplace truly desolate and devoid of human life. She figured a place like that would be perfect. So she gassed up the truck, made sure to have lots of spare fuel and water, and she got on I-80 and drove.
Every night she set up the telescope, but nothing. Eventually she got to Wyoming, and she had to admit, it was pretty out there, with great views of the mountains. 'Maybe I'll live here someday', she thought.
That night, she began watching the skies, and at first, it felt like it was going to be like any other night. Then she became aware of a noise, a low humming that she felt, more than heard. Turning her telescope, she saw what looked to be five lights, arranged in a circle, slowly rotating in the sky. She turned on her camera to get footage of the event. The lights began moving faster, then flew off to the north. Then she saw a large black object. It was cigar shaped, and there were blinking lights along it's surface. It seemed to get closer, and soon it was right overhead.
It seemed to descend, and she could make out details- running lights and what looked like windows, though they were black and she couldn't see anything. The front of the craft was flat, but there seemed to be a large window, perhaps an observation deck, or the bridge. The humming grew louder, and her camera lost power. Her flashlight stopped working.
And she felt a wave of exhaustion, then vertigo, and then blackness...