What time is it? First thought that comes to mind. Second though: where do I hide? It's still dark and it must have been at least two in the morning when I went to rest, it's way to early to wake up again. It's the second time this week that this helicopter comes this way. It's not one of ours and it doesn't do anything except pass by, but we never know when it's going to do something more than just pass by. This is no story "the boy that cried wolf", because right here there's always the possibility that the wolf may come showing his fangs.