“Odd sights have plagued some Mainers near the coastal town of Bucksville, in the Down East region. Channel Four has obtained this footage posted on social media that shows fireballs descending from the skies over the small town.”
The screen flashed to a grainy video showing red splotches falling from the sky before it shifted to a Bucksville resident.
“I didn’t know what it was, man, but it looked like fire just raining down from the skies.”
The newscaster reappeared on the screen and nodded. “Indeed, it does,” she said with a glance toward her colleague.
“Yes, it does, Sarah, but Channel Four has learned that this phenomenon was merely the result of a meteor burning up upon entry into the atmosphere. Local government officials say no one on the ground was hurt and the meteor pieces never reached the ground.”
“Scary, but thank goodness,” the perfectly-coiffed blonde said, with a grin. “And now on to the week’s weather. We go over to–”
Celine clicked off the screen and tossed the remote onto the couch cushion before she sank onto it and dropped her head into her hands. “Ugh, this is not good at all.”
“Nothing about Dominique ever is,” Gray said, waving a brandy in front of her before he sipped his own.
She grabbed it and took a long swallow, barely tasting the hints of caramel that floated across her tongue. “And what the hell is she doing with these injections?”
“If that’s even true.”
Celine glanced up at him over the rim of her glass. “What’s that mean?”
“That information comes from Northcott. It’s suspicious at best.”
“I’ve seen her blood, Gray. It’s not normal.”
