Music:  Main "Gall Force" theme.

 	The college student sat at the computer, rubbing her weary eyes,
and wondering, not for the first time, why she had chosen this topic to
write her psychology paper on.  Her professor had stared at her as though
he thought she were either insane or a bubblehead when she'd asked him
about it, but had consented.

 	She'd thought it would be fun.  Or *funny*, at least.  But like 
most things since she'd left childhood behind, it was just a lot of work.

	Cracking her knuckles, she returned to work, typing up the report
from her notes.

       "One of the most puzzling aspects of
  the accounts of alien abduction is the
  phenomenon of missing time.  Often, the
  "victims" of alien abduction will claim to 
  have suddenly realized that a lengthy
  duration has passed without their realizing
  it, and then "remember", with the assistance
  of hypnosis, that they were abducted.  Of
  course, Occam's Razor would tend to suggest
  that it is far more likely that the "victim"
  simply lost track of time, and then was
  prompted to "remember" the details of the
  abuction by the hypnotist -- possibly in an
  unconscious way for both.

       "Related to this is the experience of
  "othertime".  The "victim" claims, in such
  cases, to have experienced a flood of
  memories of a life, recognizable as the
  "victim's" own, but which did not occur.  It
  is intriguing to note that in Japan, at
  least, this phenomenon is more common than
  that of missing time, and that all known
  cases date from a specific date in 1985.

 	She even knew, personally, a few people who'd claimed to have
fleeting memories of a life they'd lived beginning in that year, during
which they had watched as Tokyo was invaded by malevolent aliens.  Almost
universally, the memories ended with the "deaths" of the people involved.
The nations' psychologists were at a loss to explain it, and mentioning it
*could* conceivably interfere with her grade.  It was never wise to point
out a failing in one's discipline.

 	So she shrugged, and decided to delete the offending paragraph.
After all, it made no difference to her.  It was all nonsense.  Even though
she had only been sixteen years old in 1985, she ...

 	... she ...

 	... she ...

	 ... remembered.

 	She pushed her chair away from the desk with a violent motion, then
looked around at the walls of her room, her face almost panicked, her eyes
wide, and her breaths coming like gasps.  A moment later, she was on her
feet, and a moment after that, she was out of her small apartment.

 	She ran blindly, yet deep in her soul, she knew exactly where she
was going.  Night had already fallen as she ran through the streets of the
neighborhood where she had grown up, where her parents still lived, and
where ...

 	... TWICE ...

 	She came to the tree, and as clear as her memories of her last
meal, she remembered *HER*, standing there, gazing at her with those sad
eyes.

 	TWICE.

 	With all the passion she had, the student lifted her head and
screamed at the night sky.  "ICZER-ONE!!!"

 	And the night whispered her name.

 	"Nagisa ..."

                       Love Story:  Iczer One Zeta
                	       Coming Soon.
                                  Maybe.

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(Why the main Gall Force theme for a story that has nothing to do with Gall
Force?  Because it's *good*.)