So her boss wants her to stay behind late on Friday to finish work he should have been around in the afternoon to give her. Same old, same old. But her supervisor's about to realize Terri's no walk over. Terri's got friends. Friends who couldn't care less that she's got some strange inability to touch anything electronic without first donning a pair of EMF protective gloves. Off work she's either in her radio shack, cruising the airwaves or down at the local pub enjoying her favorite cider and chatting with her friends. What could go wrong? Aliens, a vengeful madman on the loose, shifting dimensions and the sun's about to have a glitch. Hmm, let me see.