Feudalism

William peered out the window and into the distance for the seventeenth time in the past half hour. The light in the distance was growing quickly; he could almost make out the flames licking the buildings and the smoke rising past the rooftops. He felt a hand on his back and sensed a body move to his side. He wrapped his arm around her back and rested it on her stomach

"They'll be here before long," he stated plainly. There was no better way to put it, it was the truth and he couldn't pretend to protect it from his wife any longer.

"You're going to do it, aren't you?"

It wasn't as much of a question as it was a statement, and she wasn't surprised when he told her that he'd done it half an hour ago. William turned his glance to a piece of technology the man from the space ship gave him. He walked over to the table where it laid and heard a cold voice emanate from it's single speaker.

"We're here."