My name is Julia Hanson and I am an agent for a top secret government organization that investigates alien activities. For the most part I spend my time investigating dead ends and UFO hoaxes with my partner Josh Davis. However, a case was about to come across my desk that would change the world forever. It was three weeks ago and as usual I was searching the net to see which UFO claim Josh and I were going to look into next. Just then I noticed a story from of a small-town paper in Nebraska that caught my eye. Three night prior the woods just outside of the town had been bombarded by what the paper called fire rocks from the sky. The local authorities had searched the woods the next day but found nothing but burned trees and brush. I decided to get Josh and look into the matter further. After calling Josh in I got him up to speed on the new case.
"Ok," I said, "according to the news story the rocks as they call them fell for about ten minutes. However, the locals were unable to find anything out of the ordinary when they looked the next day."
"That could mean two things," Josh responded, "for one it could mean that the falling rocks were just pieces from a broken up asteroid and that the pieces are too small to see on the ground, or two, the rocks or whatever have disguised themselves. Either way I think it is worth looking in to.." So Josh and I got clearance from our superiors and were off to Shadyville Nebraska.
It took two days but we finally made it to Shadyville. It was your typical small Midwest town with a population of a couple thousand. We noticed a café on Main Street and decided to grab some food before investigating the woods. When we entered the café it was full of people getting lunch. Josh and I found a small booth in the rear of the place and started scanning the menu. After a few minutes a waitress came along. "Good afternoon," she said, "what can I get for you?" I took another quick look at the menu and replied.
"I'll take the chicken club basket, and just water with that will be fine." The waitress wrote down my order and turned to Josh.
"I think I'll take the chicken fried steak with a coke." The waitress wrote it down and walked off. "Hey," Josh said after she left, "have you noticed that there are a lot of women in here." I looked around and he was right. Besides Josh and a couple old farts the café was filled up with all women.
"That's weird," I said," usually in a farm town you would expect the opposite. Here is another nugget for you Josh, from what I can tell all of the women are wearing nylons."
"I know," Josh replied, "the fact that it is hot out makes that weird. Do you think that it has something to do with the sky fire or that these people are strange?"
"I don't know," I answered, "but either way it is interesting." Our food came and we ate. After Josh paid the check he was about to get up when the waitress accidentally stumbled a little. Josh caught her and in the process his hand landed on her nylon covered leg. At the time I didn't think anything of it but I soon found out that it was a big deal indeed.
It only took us a few minutes to reach the woods where the fire came down. Meeting us there was the reporter from the local paper who had broken the story. Her name was Jenny Thomas. After parking and getting out of our Suburban, Jenny approached us. "Hello," she said as she extended out her hand, "I am Jenny Thomas, I am the reporter you called."
"Nice to meet you," I replied as I shook her hand, I noticed that unlike the women in town Jenny had on shorts and no sign of nylon anywhere. "Can I ask you a quick question," I asked Jenny.
"Sure," she replied, "anything you want to know, I am an open book."
"I don't think this is anything but do you know why all the women in town seem to have nylons on?"