Flying less than twenty feet above the South Pacific, Senior Flight Lieutenant Donnie Columbusano looked out each side window, scanning the sky as much as possible from inside the cramped cockpit of his Mini Catalina. When he was satisfied that no Russo-Jap fighters were around, he pulled the yoke and throttles back simultaneously. Donnie glanced skyward once more, assuring himself that the sky was clear of enemy aircraft. Lowering his gaze, a massive, snow-white ship was suddenly in front of him. "Holy--!" "What the hell?" he muttered quizzically. “But we have to tell someone. Right now”.