Orion was a drifter, never quite fitting in, always feeling out of place. He often quipped about being marooned on the wrong planet. On cold, clear nights, he found solace on rooftops, gazing at the stars and dreaming of a spaceship that would take him back to his alien kin. It was his way of keeping the darkness at bay. Smoking in silence, lost in his thoughts, he was always ready for a conversation, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding and a hint of sadness.