He got up from the sofa and took a step toward the man, but was repelled from going any further by an invisible wall of a force field which surrounded the being. Mike took another step toward him, but the man removed a tiny white box from somewhere in his garment, and aimed it at Mike.
"Do not come closer," he was warned, "or I will be forced to destroy you."
"I'm not afraid of that thing," Mike said, but he was, just a little bit worried that it may be a laser type weapon, so he kept his distance.
The little visitor suddenly rose a few feet off the floor, floated passed Mike, and hovered behind the sofa with his back to the front door.
"I alone not mean harm," he explained. "I come from another origin place, another.....world. My people aboard our ship which you saw today, patrol this air space of this world. We protect it from other beings who may wish it harm. The First Law Of The Galactic Council who rules us is, no one under their rule, which includes all The Milky Way Galaxy, may in no way, interfere with the development of other races. We may observe them, but not disturb their development, in any way. The function of my vessel now is to seek you out, as I have done, and learn your place of origin. And if you are not from this place, take you to our council for judgment of violations of The First Law, the punishment of which is usually termination."
"You mean I would be killed?" Mike cried. "But I already told you, I AM OF THIS WORLD, and I don't think you could do me any harm anyway. You see, the reason you saw me flying around up there today, is because there was an accident in the lab with the Transporter device, and I was changed into a man with super powers, and I am using them to try to help this world so it won't be blown up into space dust! Don't you understand?"
"A transporter device...how primitive a mode of travel! Are many of these here?"
"No, this is the first one. It blew up while I was in it, and...." Mike was stammering now.
"I not believe. Will report this to my Council and return later with decision. I know not of anyone else from this world who fly. Not from this origin place! Perhaps you can think of someone that will prove your origin place by then."
"I'll try!"
"Good-bye flying man. Until later."
A strange glow enveloped him, and he disappeared from Mike's livingroom.
Mike shook his head as if coming out of a trance. "What next?" he sighed aloud. "Space cops! I've got to tell the doc about this one!"
He threw on his coat and rushed to The Institute through rapidly falling snow. After he'd explained what had gone on as best he could, his friends gathered in the clinic.
"You mean there are really UFOs, Mike?" Larry asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
"Yes, there are, I have to confess...unfortunately in this case!"