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Doing the washing up, Donna hears an alien yet familiar noise. An emptiness where she senses she should feel relief, can’t remember why. Looks out, by reflex; sees only her own reflection overlaid on night sky.
Something flashes in her brain. It hurts. Been happening more these days, she must just be tired.
A waking dream? A face beyond hers in the kitchen window, glimpsed against the dark as they peer in. Somehow she doesn’t scream. If a burglar, or worse, why'd they look so sad? Must've been the light. They’ve vanished before she can try to scare them off.