Daniel sat off the side of a rugged road in a dark woods, kicking himself for staying up late to watch The Blair Witch Project a couple nights before. (Being an alien without real parents means he could watch R-rated movies whenever he wanted.)

He opened his mini tent and made a little fire. Then sat beneath the northern stars, propped against a for tree, cold hot dog in one hand, warm Gatorade in the other.

(The Dangerous Days of Daniel X by James Patterson)