The silvery disk now hovered three miles over head of the station, never venturing any closer, never moving. It simply just hovered there motionless in the atmosphere, as if it was waiting for something, a sign. It was no longer just a blip on a screen. It had some how decided that its journey was near an end. It had sensed the beings below where of an advanced race. It knew the people knew it was there, it sensed it. It sensed that the people had accepted it, for now at least. Just as it had accepted them. It was no longer afraid of them, neither were they afraid of it. It’s owners weariness from an eternity on it’s own had some how eased. It’s search, almost at an end. It knew it wouldn’t last long though. The being contained with in the craft knew others were coming. These were different, they were afraid, they wanted destruction. It sensed the approach of another. The purpose of which was to end all that had been achieved, for they did not understand. They were the ignorant ones.