Everyday, wake up, go to work at Green wood Space Travel Co., come home, go to bed. Day after day, saving up for a car. Twelve hour shifts all day, everyday. Not many customers, no one to talk to, no one to eat with, no one to stare at. One person walked in one day, black trench coat on. He, or it, asked for some parts. The parts were not any I knew of. It walked into the storage room, then walked out with a box of parts. It dropped a wallet full of cash, enough for the car. It thanked me in a murmur that sounded like English but with a wierd accent, out of this world even, then left.