It was sitting on a park bench, a stack of papers sitting neatly at its side. It was absorbed in extra work it had from Daddy Dearest, so it didn't even notice someone's approach. It merely wrote away at the paperwork it had on its clipboard, not bothering to look up at the moment. It had a dark cloud above its head, a scar on its right eye, and it didn't have a visible mouth. It definitely didn't look like it was from Earth.