And so we return. Uncle's anti-gravity metal works, and we have proven that space travel is possible.

Uncle has filled many notebooks with readings. He was surprised how empty and dead the moon was. But according to our telescopes Mars was dead as well... and yet the Martians still came! He is beginning to think that most advanced races live underground, just as humans live inside their houses and not on the roof.
Uncle can't wait to get home. He wants to study ancient legends, especially the stories of dwarfs and "the little people" who live underground. Could it be that when we look for aliens in outer space, that we are looking in the wrong direction? And when we look to modern science we are forgetting what we have known all along?