For the first time I could remember, my mother made us all kneel down and pray the rosary on Sunday evenings. And we'd just been to church that morning!

People for a while were nicer, would kind of look out for each other. And for some reason, even though the people who'd ascended into the clouds were all different ages, grownups and children alike, they particularly watched over all the children. As if it were a bear and not an alien spaceship likely stealing people off the earth.