Dear Mr Henderson,I am writing to enroll my son in your academy for gifted and unusual children. My son is Percy, and in order to explain his condition, it would be best to begin almost 16 years ago.Percys "birth" took place shortly after my husbands death. I was 76 at the time, and had recently retired from my job as a medical Doctor to settle in the country (a lovely small town called LittleVille) and spend the rest of my life in peace. Obviously, this did not go according to plan.It was about half past 9 as I recall, on 17th October. I was about to get some sleep when I took a glance out of the window and caught a glance at blinking red light in the sky. I should have assumed it was a plane and gone straight to bed, but something about it kept my gaze. As the blinking object flew low it