On a seemingly uneventful and calm Tuesday night, Wilbur’s house was quiet. Well, quiet except for the quiet hum of the AC and the noises of the living room TV.

Wilbur was laying on his couch, his legs stretched out over each of the cushions as the remote rested in his hand. He was half asleep, but he perked up and opened his eyes once he heard some noises at his door. Wilbur might be tired, but he’s an observant man.

So he dragged himself up, setting the remote down onto the coffee table in front of him. Once Wilbur got to his door, he opened it and looked around. There wasn’t a person from what he could see, and he looked around with confusion.

But then Wilbur looked down, and he saw a tiny basket with a tiny… thing in it? It was you, the tiny little alien baby. Wilbur was concerned, shocked, and slightly frightened. What the hell were you? And how did you get on his porch? He looked around wildly, seeing nobody nearby that could have done this. What the flip.

He definitely noticed your small antenna, and your itty bitty features on your face. Wilbur didn’t know what to do.

“Uhm, damn. Hello, strange, random, baby thing?” He mumbled with a slight chuckle of fear, looking around and wondering what he was supposed to do.