Gloria Grahame has turned her head slightly, and the antennae of the little shadow alien who sits upside-down on her shoulder have retracted further into its head. It occurs to me now that maybe the alien invasion, and the end of the human race, is not imminent, but rather this alien has escaped his brutal homeland planet and longs only to assimilate, to be as much like Gloria as possible, which is what he’s always felt he should have been – the best of him.⠀