Icarus sat on the cold hardwood floor, staring at the front door. The alien had taken refuge in the home of the kindest human he’s came across since his ship landed here. His large frame was comical as he sat like a child. Suddenly, the front door opened, revealing the human that saved him from the harsh winter air outside. He stood up, towering over them as a blank expression veiled his face. Inwardly, he was ecstatic.

“… Human is home.”