Contact!
an excerpt

Cassandra Leigh sighed as she locked the door of her flat behind her, another week finished and a lazy weekend ahead. She kicked off her shoes, turned on some music and checked her email while waiting for water to boil.
"Spam, spam, phish; hmm, wonder what Fish and Vixen are up to these days. No, it can't be. I didn't know the Guild had email."
There in the middle of the unwanted junk was a message from a familiar name. Cassandra opened it, curiosity getting the better of her.
"Hi Cassandra," it began simply enough. "Take a look at this picture, and if you think it's interesting come to Guildhall 2 on Saturday."
It was signed simply "O G".
"Probably a shot of his bits" Cassandra thought as she opened the attached image.
She looked at the picture for several minutes, forgetting the boiling water.
"If that's real, something very strange is going on." She thought as she looked at what had to be some sort of spaceship hanging against a starry background. It was the first time she'd seen a spaceship made from wood and what could have been steel; and there was no way it could be steam-powered, could there?
"So much for a lazy weekend." Cassandra said to herself as she finally got up to make tea.