On an early Sunday sunny spring morning, her arms outstretched and still in bed, Carlie noticed something very, very, very strange. Could she be hallucinating? After assembling her tortoise-rimmed glasses firmly on her face, she wobbled over to her bedroom bay window and looked again at this sighting outside. There, on the pavement, below her building, was a glowing cross coming from somewhere above. Was it beaming down from another galaxy? Are aliens ready to land? “This is creepy, and I am definitely going back to bed hoping that when I awake again, it will be gone! That it will all have been a dream!”, Carlie quivered in a humble whisper. Fast forward two hours later. The cross was still there!