Waiting alone in the humble comfort of old Arnold’s hovel, with the romantic, flashing faint traffic hum wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of former U.S. President Ronald Reagan, the ‘hooded visitor’ in her recurring dream. He was now, according to the gypsy woman, the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens.
   Just then, came a peal of mighty bells, and she struggled in vain with her sudden panic. He was here! “I love you with a fiery passion which cannot be denied, beloved!” he gasped hysterically.
   At long last the horror of these last months vanished in a blaze of joy, and as he went down on his knees and implored her to forgive him, she started to think about what they would call their children.