“Standing four feet in front of me was a three-and-a-half foot tall being, gently glowing the color of the moon. Two red eyes. A glassy translucent triangle was fixed on its chest. Again I shook with terror. “I’m sorry. You got me. I’m sorry for running. I surrender.” As I said this, the being was responding: “You don’t understand. We are not here to hurt you. We are here to help you.”