“Thank you! Bonnie and the Savannah Band will be back after the break. Be generous with your servers and see security if you need a ride home.”I w...lked up to the green room to find Bonnie and the band in a great mood.“That was a lot of fun! Paul, you have one hell of a voice,” Bonnie said.“Thanks Bonnie. I’ve just got what I got. There is water and cola in the refrigerator, we don’t usually drink when we play. Hey, I wanted to ask you about the wedding.”“Yes, I had some questions about that. ." was all that Mansi could say as she devoured the delicious crap. She closed her eyes. She wanted to detach herself from the world. She didn't want any distractions. Her only connection with the life was taste of shit in her mouth.Jiya stood up and turned around inspecting the work that she had just done. She was an artist, an sculpture critiquing her own work. Was the thickness uniform? Was the texture perfect? Was the color of her shit good enough for such an art work? Could she have. Was someone in the cottages next door? Could it be her mum, and the aliens? She looked at the bed: it was big enough for two, so they could be, if they were sharing - two in each. It was a pity there were no windows in the side of this little building.What were they doing to Mo? Was Boris bullying him? Were his wounds okay? How long were they going to leave her here?She didn’t know, couldn’t tell, and couldn’t do anything. Everything that mattered was going to be decided by people who didn’t. "I am only looking out for your best interest. You are the last of our order." Eyes, please,"Palto says next tenderly in my ear. "you are the last, period. It is even a fluke that you are in this time." Tell me what you want and go away."I demand of them. I am starting to get really tired of this. Why have they started to appear now. I have been home for almost a month. And it is not like it was quiet month."You understand what you have run into?"Palto asks, making me to think about the past.