At the sound of the roar and the flash of light it will be precisely 6:43 P.M. on Maple Street.
Steve, the power's off. I had the soup on the stove and the stove just stopped working.
Same thing over here. I can't get anybody on the phone either. The phone seems to be dead.
Except the people they'd sent down ahead of them. They looked just like humans. And it wasn't until the ship landed that—
Charlie slowly raises the gun. As the figure gets closer and closer he suddenly pulls the trigger. The sound of it explodes in the stillness. There is a long shot looking down at the figure, who suddenly lets out a small cry, stumbles forward onto his knees and then falls forward on his face. Don, Charlie, and Steve race forward over to him. Steve is there first and turns the man over.
It's Pete Van Horn.
It's...it's the kid. It's Tommy. He's the one.
The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices - to be found only in the minds of men.