As Jennifer set the plate of beef stroganoff and green beans down on Fred’s TV tray, his channel browsing suddenly ended. It was the regional news channel and something had captured his eye: a video preview of a scantily-clad young golden-haired as well as without doubt nubile female of Scandinavian decent. This girl was ‘vehicle collision pretty’ though Fred couldn’t really figure out the scene on the TV; by the grainy quality and somewhat washed-out appearance of the footage along with the unfamiliar backdrop she seemed to be broadcasting from some sort of spacecraft.

