Gil Brenner was one of those actors from those old TV shows that got replayed on cable late at night. The ones my parents used to watch when I was young. I’d sit with them, not understanding a damned thing going on. I still remembered that, after all these years. So I hated seeing the massive hole in Gil’s torso and the scorch marks on the floor. Mom had always thought he was so handsome; she’d not want to see this. Raising my laser-pistol, I stepped over his body, chasing after the man in the alien getup who’d shot him.