"Henry Gold, really?" Henry asked, lowering his file looking over toward the woman.

"I am legally your aunt," Alicia said.

"They didn't have a better last name to make up for being in  Marvel? One that anyone can poke fun at like Goldilocks, Goldstone, Goldfinger, or anything other than Gold because there is always a chance that someone knows a member of your family in  Florida," Henry asked, Alicia turned her attention onto the novel in her hands. "I can think of a hundred other good names. Henry Mills sounds like a pretty good name."

Alicia lowered the novel to her lap with a grimace.

"That is why I turned it down," Alicia said. "Mills is cursed."

"How so?" Henry asked.

"Turned to stone, haunted by demons, plagued by the supernatural all your life and in complete denial of it  that you only realize the supernatural is real before it's too late," Alicia said. "Trapped in purgatory and somewhere else for god knows how long and becoming delusional that you're just a stepping stone for someone else.  Alicia  Mills doesn't sound that great, don't you think?

"Sleepy Hollow doesn't exist in Marvel,"  Henry said.

"But you don't know that," Alicia said.

"What channel did it air on?"  Henry said.

"Fox,"  Alicia asked.

"It doesn't exist in Marvel," Henry said.

"But Marvel bought out Fox's entertainment," Alicia said. "It does exist."

"If that exist, then by logic, four hundred  six years from now there is going to be a mid level exploratory vessel called the Orville captained by Seth Macfarlane's great descendant  living every person's dream job and his buddy Scott Grimes look alike piloting the ship," Henry said. "You do realize we are living in a timeline where in the next fifty years we're going to be in spaceships."

"What makes you think that?" Alicia asked, curiously.

"Tony Stark's technology for starters," Henry said, turning his attention toward the large sphere window inside the airplane.  "Just another day on Marvel's Earth and there is a flying saucer by the window."

Alicia leaned forward placing her book into her lap to see what his eyes were stuck on.

"Oh my god,"  Alicia said.

"Not a Chitauri vessel," Henry said. "It has to be tourists."

"Tourists, really?"  Alicia asked.

"Scientists don't visit  Earth as they used to," Henry said.

"You mean to say there isn't as may abductions," Alicia said.

"Exactly," Henry said. "They do military drills at night over Earth."

The distant, smooth but flat distant saucer flew off into the distance.

"And how do you know this?" Alicia asked.

"I like to use my telescope at night when I can't sleep," Henry said. "Reminds me that I am not alone in the universe." she leaned back into the seat looking at him with sympathy. "One time I caught the window of a mothership. A apartment window that had gold lighting on, you know, like the hotel's with the see through windows and have a balcony? It was so cool."

Alicia chuckled.

"I bet it was," Alicia said.  She shook her head. "Tourists."

Alicia raised her head up and resumed reading the chapter that she was on.