..make friends with any, how does that sound?”“Good. Happy.” The alien responds.Collen comes through with Kansas’ meat then, and the alien gli...es towards it happily. But Will hasenough for now.*The sameness of his life has never particularly bugged him. Kansas remembers enough aboutbefore the spaceship, before Earth, to know that there’s a purpose to him being here, that somedayhis family will come back for him, that he’s supposed to learn from the humans meanwhile. Oncethe pink beings. "Nanny, Grandpa's come back. He's here and I'm not letting him go away again." The little girl gestured to the woman to come quickly."I'm sorry," the woman apologised with more than a hint of mirth, "It's the long beard and the glasses, She thinks you're my late husband. He died over a year ago. It's not your grandpa Suzie..." He is, he is! I know he is!" Suzie wrapped her arms tightly around my waist and started to cry. Having no previous experience at handling young children, I had no idea of. Mother too had changed, looking a little more haggard perhaps than I remembered, but still wonderfully attractive even through all that. In many ways, the two of them could have passed for sisters. Mandy had the grace and natural beauty of youth of course, long dark hair which fell way past her shoulders, a sculpted body which she had kept in shape through her participation in the woman's basketball team that she played for in school. Mom as I said looked like a slightly older version of my. Her nausea grew worse every time she jumped back to 2014, and lasted longer too. Jet-lag from Hell, she thought miserably.Bending forward, she breathed deeply through her mouth, head on her knees. After a time, the nausea eased. For a moment she considered staggering through the back door into the kitchen for something to eat, and then laughed mirthlessly. The alarm was set. She dug out her iPhone instead, and checked the weather app: 28 degrees, Fahrenheit. Leda couldn’t have scheduled this.