It is said ‘some friendships are made in heaven’ and it could not have been more true than for the two professors, he of nuclear physics she also a physicist, unknown to each other until they met at the neat house on the edge of the town, unremarkable except for the cameras and coded locks.
It did not take them long to discover that they shared a conviction, which quite simply was, that they came from distant planets and were erroneously here on this one. All their waking hours and likely many asleep were devoted to planning their return. There was no question that they would go together, their origins were galaxies apart, so their plans were not complicated by any emotional expectations. They had work to do. He drew minutely detailed blueprints of the ship that would take him home. An identical one would take her.
Such was their enthusiasm that others in the house began to believe that they too were from somewhere out there. They found names for their ‘proper’ homes and could describe in detail the lives and shapes they had had and begged to join one or other of the returning vessels. When told they could not they began their own plans cribbing diligently from the nuclear physicist. The doctors and nurses were initially uneasy at this lunacy but saw the excitement generated and the collective focus and did not try to disillusion their charges. Indeed the atmosphere in the house was calmer than it had ever been which made their work easier.
One star bright night in April they decided quite spontaneously that they could dispense with all the complicated drawing and simply beam themselves home from the rooftop. They figured the code on the door with no difficulty, found a ladder and managed to get up onto the roof.
Hope did not confuse them, nor disillusion with the present. They knew they could move faster than God so neither time nor distance were obstacles. Their vision of where they were going was clear. Amongst all the stars visible and beyond sight they knew their aim but, finding themselves still up there at dawn, they realized their calculations were not quite right so returned inside to fine tune their equations.
They are there now, in that house pouring over and adding to the blue prints tacked to the walls. There are nearly always other residents, doctors and nurses standing gazing at the complicated drawings. No questions; awe and wonder silenced all doubt.