Alphar had gotten used to it. The stares, the jeers, the laughter. He'd gotten used to being a mockery, someone just to be a circus animal. He wanted nothing more than to go back to Rilia 0816, his planet, and to the clan he led, but while he was in his cage, he was stuck. Bitter and annoyed, Alphar refused to belittle himself and be an object of amusement. He would sit despondently in the corner of his cage, staring at the sky where he longed to be.

"Coming to Earth was a mistake," he grumbled to himself. "They said I'd find my mate here..." he trailed off when his eye caught something - or rather - someone.