The officer stood with his mouth agape. He could not believe what he was seeing. He composed himself seconds before the others came into George’s basement.
“What in the name of God….?”commented one of the other officers as he let his voice trail off.
There in the middle of the floor was a pile of those glowing rocks. Thousands of them. But they weren’t just glowing, they were conforming. They were rolling like boiling water, end over end, onto each other and sticking with some sort of slimey, sticking goo. The pile never seemed to be growing, just conforming into odd shapes.
“I think they’re matin’.” George whispered into the first officer’s ear.
The officer tried to hide his joy as he knew exactly what they were doing. He tried to conceal his own arousal as he watched them. He had seen this before just prior to being joined by the mass of rocks that had converted him back to this human shape to find more lost members. He knew this was the motherload he was assigned to return with.