A combination of the warmth of the rising sun on his face and the early morning screeching of sulphur-crested cockatoos flying overhead woke Brett. His body ached all over from sleeping on the hard ground. His limbs were stiff and tender and every one of his muscles ached. In addition to those aches and pains, he noticed that something had bitten him on the arm during the night. He looked over to where the mysterious object had been and saw that it was gone. The humming had ceased and the Nullarbor morning and cloudless blue sky remained unbroken in every direction.
With a woeful groan, he climbed to his feet and hobbled back to the motel. In the short time it took him to reach the building, he decided that he had to tell the other guests about what had happened. The three cars he’d seen
