"Jim?"
"Yes, honey?" Jim answered without looking up from the
sports section.
"Jim, we need to talk. I don't think you really listen to me
anymore," Moira sounded serious.
"Look, honey, the Nets have won another one. It's their
season, I'm telling you".
"Jim," Moira started to sound desperate. She let the big
suitcase fall of her hand so it made a big noise, "I'm
leaving".
Jim looked at the suitcase and went back to the paper.
"That's great, honey," he said, "You do need a vacation.
Where are you planning to go?"
"Mars," Moira answered angrily.
"Terrific, honey. Have fun".
Moira opened her mouth to say something, but then she
decided not to, and she left the house, shutting the door
behind her.
Jim didn't even blink. He took another sip from his coffee.
"Damn those Knicks," he said to himself.
Moira went out to the back yard. She knocked on the
spaceship's door. The door opened, smoke coming out of it.
Moira hesitated, but then looked back at the house, and got
in.
"Let's go!" she said. The spaceship's door closed, and it
took off, making a big noise.
A few seconds later it disappeared beyond the clouds.
In the house, Jim looked up from his paper.
"Honey," he said, "did you hear that? Honey? Honey?"