The sun was hot in London. It was July.
Alex sat in the garden. He was reading a book about quantum physics.
Mark lay on the grass. He was wearing sunglasses and eating a ice cream.
"I am bored," Mark said. "There is no football. There is no school. There is only sun."
"Enjoy the rest," Alex said. "Your muscles need recovery."
"My muscles need speed," Mark argued. "They are twitching. Look at my leg. It is vibrating."
Mark lifted his leg. It was shaking.
"That is a sugar rush," Alex said. "You ate three ice creams."
"Four," Mark corrected. "One melted on my shirt."
Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence. A helicopter appeared in the sky. It was painted gold.
It lowered into the park behind the garden.
"Is that an invasion?" Mark asked, sitting up.
"No," Alex sighed. "I think it is Milo."
Milo jumped out of the helicopter. He was wearing a white suit and a large hat.
