J^e and I were sitting at the goth night. She was burning straws. I was musing, Melissa-style, about how cool it would be to have a 'Fuck as goth' T-shirt. Suddenly, two folk - normals - come up and slide themselves into the booth, smiling in a friendly manner and greeting us warmly. They introduce themselves, while I look in a vaguely questioning way to J^e, who seems to return the sentiment. We do not introduce ourselves. (Well, making up names is silly if you're not going to continue the acquaintance, isn't it?)

Apparently Normal Girl and Normal Boy were wandering around town, going to different places. There's not much to do on a Wednesday night, you see. And they were avoiding Insomnia, because it was such an anti-social place.

In unison, J^e and I think: So you decided to come to a gathering of the most notoriously anti-social sub-culture in the world?

We continued to say very little, and eventually Mr and Mrs Normal said goodbye, still very friendly, and wandered off.

And J^e turned to me and declared: "Aliens. Gotta be."