Of a sudden both sat upright in their chairs and craned their necks, searching the darkening sky.
"What is that?" asked Marge as the strange sounds drew closer.
"I don't know," said Andrew, shaking his 90-year old head. Then, with sudden realization:
"That – that sounds just like an old WWII buzz bomb – !"
"It can't be," said Marge, rising from her chair.
They saw a dark object fall upon the edge of their lawn; a sudden flash of light, a sound of thunder – then nothing."