The aliens came. They left. They would have taken me but I — so they said — lacked the imagination, would not have been able to cope.
I watched their ships float up in a somewhat surreal way, before letting their engines hit full power at the edge of the stratosphere. In retrospect, it was a wonderfully synchronized act of collective departure.
I would love to be able to tell you more, describe it in a way you would always remember. As you know, as I have told you already, I lack imagination. Am totally bereft of imagination.