The Man in the Window

The sky there's a man in the window. Amy eight years old said this over dinner with her parents. I thought I heard you talking in the spare bedroom this morning said her mother. Her father, one of the world's leading solar astronomers smiled. Who are you talking to? Amy he wanted to know the man in the window. He's not so bright early in the morning said Amen. He said we'd better start getting ready. concerned that her fantasy friend might be getting out of hand Mother said Now Amy, you know this is make believe right? Getting ready for what anyway? He sang some songs to me about life and light and stuff. Then he said that tell dad. Your father perked up but this. This was on the verge of getting totally out of hand but he couldn't resist asking. Tell dad what. And then he was astounded when the young girl began spouting off numbers. Hold on, he grabbed the pen and tried to follow what she was viewing. And he continued for a little while reciting number she somewhat and probably had remembered as her dad furiously scribbled her mother looked aghast at her. Amy finally finished her surprise recitation and looked in passively at her father inexplicably intoned frequencies you'll see. Amy's dad looked down at what he had scribbled and was astounded, discover they did look like frequencies. Totally caught up. Now in her spell. He leaned forward. The man that you really get these numbers aiming? Did you find them somewhere? How can you remember them? The man in the window said I would. He said only kids could hear him. Adults know too much. What else her father couldn't stop at this point. Something about six months to go. The big lizards couldn't understand the last time but we could if I told you staring at the paper her father finally said I look into this. What big lizards? Amy finished. It was time for cake anyway. He said a flare up a flare will kill everything or something like that. You have to warn people and build shelters or something. Can I have cake now please? Did he say what his name was? said that. Amy looked at him as she began her chocolate cake. Something about Apollo. He's that bright man in the sky. I can see through the window in the morning. He said he had to warn us. He said that we were his greatest children. And we'd understand thanks for listening