[ His brow furrows all over again as he recalls the scene — vividly, with none of the struggle he associates with trying to remember a dream upon waking. ]

I looked up into the sky, and there was this...this big— [ If he has any struggle at all, it's in conveying the sheer size of this thing he saw. ] This great, bloody huge— spaceship. Or...something like that, I don't know. Looked like it came straight out of some Galactic Battle movie, only it was...real. And it was huge, and it was loud, and it was flying right overhead.

[ His tone is leaning closer to agitation than wonder, though he still hasn't pinned down exactly what it is about that vision that agitates him. Aside from the fact that he's had to deal with this nonsense in the first place, of course. ]