He can't sleep. He'd tried too ever since his arrival. He didn't know why but every time he shut his eyes the mythical sandman wouldn't arrive to bring him to the land of dreams. He rubbed his bald scalp and shut his eyes. He was exhausted, sure, but he couldn't fall asleep.
It had been a week since the bald brit had arrived. The best operative from the planet Earth, he'd been chosen to join a higher power in the universe, The Galactic Kids Next Door. But he missed his friends, his family, he missed his home. Maybe that is why he couldn't fall asleep, maybe he was home sick.
The land of dreams could wait; a siren began to blare within the halls beyond his room's door. The sound of feet stomping down on metal echoed as voices in strange foreign languages of unknown origin yelled. The boy sat up from his bed and shook off his drowsiness. He threw on his red and silver jumpsuit and picked up a metallic weapon on a desk. The weapon was alien in origin which made it even stranger to the operative.
He stared at the weapon in his hand for a few brief moments before placing it back on the desk. He grabbed a bag under his bed and quickly pulled out a wooden weapon with duct tape and metal wiring holding it together. It wasn't high tech, but it was the thought that counted.
"Number One get your humanoid rear in gear solider!" a male voice boomed from outside the rooms door as the sounds of suction cups began to lead away.
"That's Numbuh One to you" Numbuh 1 said aloud as he kicked his door open, fighting the urge to slump against the nearest wall and try to sleep. "Galactic Kids Next Door Battlestations!"