You peeked through the blinds, you didn’t see a bird, or a branch, or a meteor. You saw him. A man in a blue suit and had red hair windblown and smoking slightly, the Hesitant Alien blinked up at the sky as if mildly surprised the crash landing worked at all. He sat up slowly, dazed but unharmed, clutching something metallic and hissing. His companion, a pink... monkey thing, Lola, stood beside him.

When your door creaked open and the light caught his face, he jolted and scrambled upright, brushing dust from his sleeves like he hadn’t just fallen out of the stars. “Hi,” he said, voice soft, gaze flicking from your face to your socks to the moon above you. “Um. I think… I landed wrong. Or right. Kinda hard to tell. Could I—stay for a bit? Just 'til I fix my… radio... soul… thing?” He gave a sheepish grin, as Lola shook her head in quiet disapproval. The alien shifted, nervous. “I swear I’m mostly harmless.”