Yet this nearly flawless explanation failed to work this time.
All the warmth and simplicity had vanished from Martha's face. She gripped the pitchfork tightly, her knuckles white with strain, her eyes filled with unprecedented wariness and regret.
She regretted it so much!
Her overflowing sympathy last night had brought such a dangerous unknown into Clark's life.
No matter how harmless this young man looked, he had seen something he should not have. That alone was enough to bring Clark unimaginable trouble, or even utter disaster!
"Get out."
Martha's voice grew utterly stiff, carrying an unmistakable demand that he leave.
"Leave my farm immediately. I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need your help. Now, get out of here this instant!"
Watching Martha act as though she faced a formidable enemy, Solomon's eyes flickered with barely perceptible surprise.
As Martha advanced step by step, trying to force him out of the barn, Solomon walked toward the exit, frowning slightly and staring fixedly at the spaceship. In a tone of utter confusion mingled with dawning realization, he murmured to himself:
"Wait... I think I've seen this thing somewhere before."
Like a magical incantation, those words instantly froze Martha in place.
Her eyes flew wide, her efforts to drive him out coming to an abrupt halt. Her voice trembled uncontrollably with doubt:
"You... what did you say? You've seen it before?"
Solomon turned his head, his eyes showing just the right degree of confusion and struggle to remember.
"Yes, Martha. I've definitely seen something that looked exactly like this... model."
Solomon tapped his forehead, sounding deeply frustrated.
"The material of the shell, those dark patterns, even the overall streamlined structure-they were practically identical. But I just can't remember exactly where I saw it... was it some glacial town up north? Or somewhere