The miners one day I saw yet again. Last time I met them they had seen me and I knew, some time, they would come back for revenge. They had grimy faces and grimy bodies. They wore weird masks. Last time I had seen them talking about a rotten galaxy. I knew what they were looking for. Ever since I last saw them I made a scrapbook about them, and they saw me with a pencil noting them down. I saw them walking nearer my house, muttering about the scrapbook. I ran through the back door into my room. I found the had beaten me.