"I never knew her name. She told me, but my brain couldn't understand
it. She wasn't human, of course. I called her Circe, after the
enchantress who changed her lovers to swine." Again he looked at the
darkening sky. "Well--it began more than two years ago, in Maine. Doug
and I were on a fishing trip when we ran into the meteorite. Little
fishing we got done then! You know how Doug was--like a kid reading a
fairy tale for the first time. And that meteorite--"