Looking back, I am surprised that nobody thought of me as a freak. They should have. I looked different than Elliott and all his friends. My hands were deformed. My head was too big. I was chubby. But they were so nice to me. They took me in as one of their own. They were my true friends.

Of course, they knew I was lost. And they knew that my parents would not have abandoned me in a strange place on purpose, so they helped me try to get home. They even figured that I should be able to phone home or something. But we could not figure out how to do it. At least for a long time.

But I finally got ahold of my folks and they picked me up, after Elliott, his friends, and I had some glorious adventures.

I miss Elliott and his friends on earth. But I console myself with my memories and the fact that I never belonged there anyway.