The really tall grey alien thought of something, and his wife smiled from across the old floorboards of the room. He was formerly a hatmaker for the townspeople, but now that his peers all had precognition, it was known which type of hat one would prefer to wear and it was easy enough to imagine it. Everyone was grey, but it was still very colorful in this manner.

The thought the tall grey alien had was that he missed making hats, but it was just the same because it pleased him very much that his creations were the archetypes of the dreams of the hat dreamers.