As the words sank in, John felt a strange sense of validation. The creature in his toilet wasn’t just a normal snake, it was something far more important than that. His eyes met Sam’s across the room, a mutual understanding passing between them. Their world had changed irrevocably, but they weren’t in it alone.
As the night swept over the quaint town of Maplewood, the calm tranquility that usually filled John’s house was broken. A flurry of activity ensued, government officials swarming through his living room, their faces stern and their movements precise. They were armed with an array of machines, some recognizable, some utterly foreign. All had a shared characteristic – they bore the sleek, sharp look of advanced technology.