I was going through the reviews that I have gotten for this story and realized I seriously needed to update. But I decided to improve on the chapters that were already there so please reread these chapters! 8/4/13

I just made some corrections and added more detail, if you don't want to reread it, don't worry nothing major was changed, but I would still recommend reading it. 1/25/14

We were driving down another 2-lane freeway somewhere in the middle of no-where just like every other day. Outside just seemed to only consist of swirling masses of dust and the occasional dead plant. We had been driving the entire day and had almost arrived to our next stop. We had managed to avoid the usual alien attacks for the last few days, but this only made us more on edge. Even though the thought of kicking alien butt seemed extremely tempting, I didn't want to jinx the new found calm, even if it was utterly boring.

Gwen hadn't been helpful in quelling my boredom either. She was reading her stupid magic book from dawn till dusk. She wasn't interested in doing anything but reading. Not that I wanted her attention, but the boredom was just so… boring.

We had hit a period of time where the only sound was the wheels against the asphalt and the occasional flip of a page. Gwen was reading at the table and I was sitting across from her merely looking out the window in what, you guessed it, boredom. When the sharp sound of ringing penetrated the quiet we all jumped. As Grandpa grabbed his cell phone and started talking his demeanor changed from apprehensive to excited.

"Yes that seems like a wonderful idea… I'm sure they'll be happy to have the company… So we'll pick him up at the airport then…"

As he continued to seemingly make plans with whoever was on the other end of the call, Gwen's attention, which had been dragged from her book when the phone rang, now focused it on me with curiosity.

"What's he up to now?" she asked putting her book down in favor of leaning closer to try to hear better.

"Don't know, I just hope it doesn't involve our dinner," I said as I made a disgusted face at her, remembering all of the dinners he had served us.

"I swear, sometimes, I wish I was adopted," she replied, rolling her eyes at me for the hundredth time. Not being satisfied with what see could hear from her seat she got up and went to stand next to Grandpa, with me following close behind.

"So it's settled then, we'll meet him in Correctionville tomorrow… It was nice talking to you doctor… Bye." As he put down the phone he noticed our confused faces.

"Who was that," I started.

"And who are we meeting." Gwen finished.

"That was an old friend of mine and he wanted to know if I could take in his coworkers son for a couple of weeks," he said with a more than chipper tone," I figured you guys would like the company."

"Does he know about aliens or are we going to have to hide the fact that Ben can turn into one." She asked apprehensively.

"He doesn't know about hat but with this lapse in alien activity we've been having I thought it would be okay," Grandpa answered with a slightly less chipper tone.

"So, what's this kid's name anyway," I asked getting a sort of strange foreboding feeling.

"I believe his name was Toby."