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as she walked in then turned and went upstairs. She must have guessed the clothes were for her. She returned shortly after, wearing the jeans, blouse, and jumper he had left for her. They were a little baggy since she was slimmer than Sarah, but it did make her look a little less alien. The ears and eyes were a giveaway. But with a woollen hat and some sunglasses, she could possibly pass as human.  
    She looked around the room, then selecting the chair opposite him she sat. She said something he did not understand. Tristan noticed she had brought the small handheld computer from her pocket. She did something to it. Tristan was suddenly aware of its presence. It had the same telepathic control system as the ship. He could access it the same way. It was a general purpose personal computer that could act as a translator. He kept quiet and waited; no point letting her know he had access to her computer.
    She looked at him and said with a heavy accent, “You will help me!” Even speaking an alien language didn’t hide the arrogance in her tone.
    Tristan frowned; emotion behind the words was plain. She regarded him as little better than a slave.
    “I am already helping you.” He waited while the computer translated for her.
    She nodded then paused for a moment. “I am hungry, fr… fru… fruit and bread not enough.”  
    Tristan sighed. He had a couple of trout he had caught the day before. He had intended to cook them for himself and Sarah.
    “Can you eat fish?” He wondered how her computer would translate ‘fish’ for her.
    “Yes, I think so.”
    “OK”. Tristan stood and walked into the kitchen.

    Aesia sat quietly as he worked in the other room, preparing the fish. She had come to a decision. The alien had not made any threatening moves towards her, and he had laid out local clothes for her when she had returned. Despite his mental capability, he had not tried to use it on her. He had remained sitting comfortably and relaxed when she had come back from changing out of her uniform. He had smiled at her, and his actions seemed kindly. Maybe all it needed was the correct training. Maybe I won’t need to kill it after all .
    She wondered what sort of fish it would be and if would be edible. At least it smelt good. Her mouth watered. When it was prepared, he beckoned her over to the table. What he offered her looked like a fish. She tried it, and it tasted delicious, similar to the fish her father had caught in the river near her home.
    Once she had eaten her fill she yawned. The events of the last two days had been exhausting for her, especially since the blow on her head during the crash still hurt. She should have kept her helmet on! A stupid lapse that might well of killed her.
    She made signs to Tristan that she wanted to sleep, then without waiting for an acknowledgement she stood and went upstairs.  
    Tristan picked up one of his books and started to read. He heard her clatter about in the bathroom, then a short while after the faint sensation of jumbled thoughts returned. She must have fallen asleep.  
    While Tristan made up a bed on the sofa the extraordinary events of the last two days went round and round in his head. He also practised shutting out the chaos of the alien’s sleeping mind until he eventually fell asleep. He dreamt strange dreams again, but they did not trouble him this time.

Chapter Three: Storm

    Tristan woke the next morning to the sound of clattering and banging from his kitchen. He sighed. “ What is she doing now? ” He pushed off the covers, stood, and walked through to the kitchen. Open tins and boxes, their contents scattered about, lay on the work surface. Some beans in tomato sauce dripped, forming a lumpy orange puddle on the floor. The Alien had finally settled on breakfast cereal and sat, quietly eating them from the box. Tristan groaned, but she just turned and smiled. He grimaced, shrugged, then with a sigh went upstairs to wash and shower.  
    When he returned to the