From the only accessible angle of view at the time we believed this was a usual crash landing involving a plain. As per usual we ventured further and found something remarkable. Only in red body suits and matching cold red faces we saw the truce. A UFO incredibly crafted that was slanted in a chunk of ice. Loose machinery hung from it but what I checked out first was the massive hold in it.

“Don’t go in there, Connor. Not yet,” Issac shouted at me as I began climbing in.”

Soon my hands were full of light after grabbing my flashlight from around my belt. It had clumps of a goopy substance struggling to hang on the roof. A sharp whimper came from what I presume was the control panel and then I saw it. A pink boy with multiple eyes struggling to put a mask on.

“What are you?” the boy would have jumped but due to his just seen circumstance, I understood he was wounded so he gasped.

“Have no finish disguise.” it was a muffled response that was coated in a thick accent from some other tongue. Just then, he reached to his face and started to irresistibly start twitching and shaking. Then he looked just like Bobby who was just outside.

“ Why are you here? Why do you look like Bobby?” I freaked out.

“I have the chance to look like your deceased. My crew are mostly your team already. We here because we can’t go. Parts needed.” I stepped back and stood up and limped outside in the frozen weather with me trailing behind.

“ Issac. Is Issac ok?” the alien boy looked up.

“Yeah. He was only one to not try and kill us. We like Issac more than Bobby. Now you are liked too.”

“This is a lot to process. If you want to leave we can help just don’t kill anymore of the crew.”

“We look like your crew. We are blending in.”

What a day that was.