Shane McBride, otherwise known as Blind DRunk from Blind River, is making his sorry way down the highway toward the woman of his dreams. He is somewhere south of Sudbury. It is damp and rather cold tonight. The sky has cleared.

Shane is feeling a bit sorry for himself, because he has not been able to hitch a ride in the last 4 hours.

"Buncha flippin' bums!" he complains. "See if I ever give youse jerks a ride when you need one! Flip! I would give a flippin' beer if someone, anyone would just give me a ride right now. Flip!"

Suddenly Shane becomes aware that there has been an odd vibration in his ears for the last couple of minutes. He looks around nervously. Nothing in sight. The wind sighs through the scraggly trees and brush beside the road. Shane begins to think worrisome thoughts about things he has seen in cheap horror movies. Could there be a flippin' Sasquatch out there in the darkness? Or a flippin' werewolf?

He trudges on. The moonlight has become surprisingly strong, and for the first time Shane realizes that it is tinged with shades of red and deep amber! Very flippin' strange.

"Geez! Must be a flippin' Harvester Moon or somethin'...Hey! There is the moon's shadow, and it's movin'..."

Shane freezes in a moment of sheer horror, turns around, looks up....

Only to see hovering above him an enormous shining orb, glowing with a soft amber-red light that pulsates at regular intervals. A portal is opening in the bottom of the orb, and the humming sound is now filling Shane's ears and vibrating right to the tips of his fingers and toes...

"Omigod!!! FLIP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yells Shane. He bolts for the forest. A beam of golden light shoots out silently from the orb, lifting Shane clear of the ground, despite his desperate struggles. Screaming and cursing and blubbering, Shane is draw remorselessly up through the air into the belly of what is clearly some alien craft.

What will be the dreadful fate that befalls him there?