A few months ago I helped my mom's friend Martha move to a new house around X at 78.

She said she was happy to finally be moving out of town and joining the life in rural America.

Our town wasn't too big to begin with but whatever.

We made two trips back and forth, moving boxes in small furniture.

When I started getting dark she pointed out some lights that appear to be yellow headlights

off into the distance.

She told me that the strange lights would sometimes blink, turning on and off.

Many times as she passed by.

Then they would turn off and not light up again.

They were not blinking when we passed by.

We unloaded my truck and put the boxes in her living room but then we agreed to make

our next trip the following day instead.

It was getting late and she was tired.

On my way back looking off into the distance I noticed the lights on and off.

They were the high beams blinking.

That crazy lady was right I thought and I kept driving.

I told her about it the next morning after we finally finished moving her in.

She suggested that we go check it out saying that it was part of the fun of being out

in the country.

That was curious so we both hopped into my truck and headed down the road.

The dirt trails were rough but we could see a large metal structure off into the distance

like where Catalyst kept.

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