In late 1967, a quiet night turned in the Malmo Plains neighborhood in Edmonton to an unusual immigrant known only as LR around 11:30 pm on November 4, LR was returning to his rented room after a night with friends. When he approached his door, ready to release the coffee maker, he drew his attention through the window – a bright and mobile point that penetrates the dark sky. Initially, it was assumed that it was a plane, given the nearby airport. But the wrong path of the point, clouds and landing quickly, made him think otherwise. Confused, witness hovering, revealing …