The Taking

roamed open places in increasing numbers.
        The masters of this magical-seeming alien technology were able to extract their prey from any sanctuary, through walls or floors or ceilings, and surely they themselves could pass through solid matter in the same fashion. The lower life forms, however-the equivalent of Earth's mammals, reptiles, insects-had no such ability; walls were barriers to them.
        The frenzied fluttering horde in Johnny and Abby's house had been struggling to find a way out of their nest behind the lath and plaster. The insectile behemoth in the church basement would not have torn violently out of the oak floor if it had been able to phase through that planking with ease.
        Consequently, although the tavern provided no safe haven against the powerful lords of this invasion, it offered some protection from the venomous creatures of their ecology.
        "They're all dead, aren't they?" Cassie asked.
        Because the girl's mother and father were among the missing, Molly said, "Maybe not, honey. Maybe they-"
        "No." The girl didn't want to be coddled. "Better dead… than with one of those things inside you."
        This seemed to be a reference to something other than spores entering the body through lacerations. Most likely, Cassie had-never seen what grew in the janitorial closet or the white colonies that now crawled the half-light of the purple morning.
        "What things?" Molly asked.
        "The things with faces in their hands."
        Angie had mentioned one such being. The girl spoke of things, plural.
        The three dogs stirred and made thin anxious sounds and growled softly, as though they remembered the entities of whom she spoke.
        "What does that mean, Cassie-faces in their hands?"
        The girl's voice fell to a whisper. "They can take your face and keep it in their hands, and show it to you, and other faces, and crush them in their fists, and make them scream."
        This explanation failed to dispel Molly's confusion. The answers to a few more questions gave her a somewhat better idea of what had happened to Cassie's parents and to others in the tavern, but left her with an inadequate image of the things with faces in their hands.
        Three of them had risen through the tavern floor, into the midst of the people gathered there. They were humanoid in form-between six and seven feet tall, with two legs, two arms-but far from human in appearance.
        The extreme alien aspect of these creatures caused even the peace lovers to panic. Some had tried to flee, but the ETs had halted them simply by pointing, not with a weapon or instrument but with a hand. Likewise, a mere pointing at once silenced those who screamed and caused those with weapons to drop them without firing a shot.
        To Molly, this suggested telepathic control-another reason to wonder if the taking of the world could be resisted to any significant extent.
        The three ETs had then moved among the people, "taking their faces." What this meant, Molly could not adequately ascertain.
        At first, according to Cassie, there was just "smooth" where each person's face had been, and the face that had been removed was "alive in the thing's hand."
        Subsequently, for a moment, an alien face-like those of the three who had risen through the floor-formed out of the smoothness where the stolen countenance had been. Then it faded, and the original face, the human face, returned.
        This had suggested to Cassie that alien masters had been installed inside these people, but that was definitely movie thinking and might not be the correct explanation.
        The girl had not witnessed all of those in the tavern being subjected to this process, because in fear she'd fled to the women's lav, with the dogs accompanying her. She hadn't been willing to risk leaving by the front door, because to get there, she would have been forced to pass too close to the ETs.
        Here in the lavatory, Cassie had waited, expecting one of the things to seek her out and to take her face.
        Molly wasn't able to sift any useful hard facts from the girl's bizarre account, but she inferred from it that Cassie had been spared neither by accident nor by oversight. The ETs intentionally allowed her to escape. When she'd run, they could have halted her as they had halted any adults who tried to flee.
        Abby and Johnny, trapped in a house that was