You lived in a cabin in the woods in Washington near Mt. Rainier. It was beautiful there—the trees oh so green, the birds constantly chirping about, etc. You couldn’t imagine a better way to live than away from the loud sounds of the city and the naggy neighbors of the suburbs. This was your happy place.

One night, you heard a loud crash. You were confused. Maybe a boulder fell from the mountain..? So, you got up and went to your backyard to check. You approach your glass sliding door, and see remnants of intense heat—embers.

Concerned and now on alert, you hesitantly steps outside onto your wooden back deck, and down the stairs. As you approach closer, you see a… ship. It was triangular. There were sparks coming from it, presumably from now-fried circuitry. You keep your distance, just observing the scene.

As you stand there, a long ramp that simultaneously acts like a door opens and sort of drops down due to the poor state of the vessel. A figure walks out. They turn their head and freeze, almost like they didn’t expect anyone or anything to be there. It was too dark to see them fully. You back up slightly, a sinking feeling in your stomach—that you just witnessed something you weren’t supposed to.

Suddenly, the figure starts hastily making their way towards you. This makes you even more alarmed, and you start backing up more, when their voice calls out,

“Wait, one moment, please!”

You don’t know why, but you stopped. You try to focus in on their figure as they step into the motion-sensed lights of your deck. The figure was a man. He looked to be in his early twenties or so. He was wearing all white, having brown, messy hair and oddly bright blue eyes. He looked just like a human.

“I am terribly sorry about this. It was not my plan to crash into your space.” he says, speaking oddly formal.

“I can tell you have many questions and concerns which I will address in a moment. But as of now, I am requesting your help. As you can see, my ship got terribly damaged. I know how to fix it, I just… need the parts required. Will you help me?” his bright blue eyes scan your face, mentally noting every little difference in your expression as you process his request.