"Tee . . . . Tee Gar. . ."

Lilly's eyes opened.

"Navu, navu, navu!" Tee Gar repeated, appearing by her side.

Lilly winced.

"I am scared," Lilly said. "Tee Gar."

Tee Gar squeezed her hand.

"Kdu ponuz dezh monu," Tee Gar said. I will help you. "Navu."

Lilly's eyes slowly closed and her grip on his hand loosened.

"Galactic distress beacon," Lilly said. "Galactic distress beacon."

"Galactic distress beacon?" Tee Gar repeated, unfamiliar to the words.

Lilly painfully nodded in return with her eyes closed.

"Space Academy, Commander," Lilly said. "Blue Team 1. Understand?"

"Kdu nathik mi," I think so, Tee Gar nodded.

Lilly turned her head away and lost consciousness.

"Tiager!"

"Woooah there," Tee Gar reached forward grabbing on the harness then looked toward the older man. "Pyunther," Tee Gar grew a smile. "Good morning!"

"It's afternoon, Tiager," Pyunther replied."Did you see that asteriod crash?"

"Uh huh,"

"Government says it was a alien crash landing,"

"Aliens?"

"Uh huh!"

"Like you and me?"

"Uh huh,"

Tee Gar picked up the bowl then took a sip from the spoon, chewed, then gulped the contents down.

"Haven't bothered checking them out," Tee Gar replied.

"Good!" Pyunther said. "Government says they need to be quarantined, if not, interrogated!" Tee Gar looked toward the back of the wagon then toward his neighbor. "They nearly interfered in a supply launch!"

Tee Gar's eyes grew big.

"You don't say!" Tee Gar lowered the spoon.

"Uh huh!"

"Did anyone get hurt?"

"The nose cone got damaged according to reports," Pyunther said. "Everyone is fine."

"Sounds bad," Tee Gar said, his arms on his knees, shaking his head looking up toward the sky. "All that work for that rocket and it has to be scuttled."

"Not at all," Pyunther shook his hand. "They are still pushing through. They are sending a replacement in a few days for mid-flight with the best team and train them for it," Paenther looked toward the sky. "Aliens might try to stop them."

"Aliens won't interfere in that," Tee Gar said. "They haven't interfered in the last missions."

"That's a dreamers fantasy," Pyunther said, twirling his hand in mid air. "It's hardly the way that kids like you think it is."

"What if it is?" Tee Gar asked. "What if they are just here to clean up the mess that everyone has been making in the sky?" Tee Gar pointed toward the sky.

"Then that would be illegal," Pyunther said. "If there was a problem then the government would be collecting the space junk."

"We never heard up on that project," Tee Gar said. "What have you heard so far?"

"Nothing," Pyunther shook his head. "My sources went silent on the matter."

"So they shut the program down," Tee Gar combed his hands down his cheeks.

"That was months ago, Tiager," Pyunther said. "Don't get your hopes up."

"It is hard to do that with the contacts that we have had with the aliens," Tee Gar said. "It has to get better than this." Tee Gar picked up the handle then flung it down and up from the back of the horse. "Forward, Cha'ega!"

The wagon strolled past Pyunther.

"That boy." Pyunther shook his head then walked away.

From inside of the wagon was two packed consoles laid underneath the divided up group of cadets who were properly secured.

"Tiager!"

A older man came from a garden dusting his hands off quite puzzled.

"Why are you back so early?" he put the gloves into his neatly stitched in deep pockets. "It is not close to dinner,"

Tee Gar leaped off the wagon landing to the side.

"Balu," Tee Gar bowed before the older man. "We have guests."

Balu furrowed his brows.

"What kind of guests, Tiager?"

Tee Gar took Balu by the hand then brought him over to the back then pointed toward the large blanket covering it. Balu prepared himself for who he was going to see this time from under the large body of fabric in a unconscious state. It could be any of the farmer children, runaways, victims of crime, the usual find for a young boy who quickly learned to be a healer. Tee Gar's grandfather spared a glance to the young boy then flipped open the top. Balu staggered back landing to the dirt. Balu resembled a well aged version of his grandson in all respects and appearances. Tee Gar came to his grandfather's side.

"Their space wagon crashed in the clearing," Tee Gar gestured in the distance. "They need to be reunited with their kind."

"What happened to their space wagon, Tiager?" Balu looked up toward the child.

"It was ruined," Tee Gar said.

Balu looked up toward the sky, briefly, then back toward Tee Gar.

"They can't go back up there," Balu said.

"I did the best that I can, Balu," Tee Gar said. "I. . . I . . . I operated on aliens. So much blood, veins, and bone-I did exactly as you taught me."

Balu knelt down to Tee Gar then brought him into a hug letting the child cry into his tunic.

"No prophet should have to apply his early teachings,"

Balu made the boy step back with his hands on his shoulders then looked down toward his sleeves and hands. Tee Gar's hands were coated in a fine layer of red. A color that he had only seen from their own people. Balu tilted his head, curious, while Tee Gar used his arm to wipe off the tears that continued to be falling down his cheeks. Balu looked toward the direction of the resting aliens then turned away with his hands on his hips and looked around very thoughtfully.

"Wash up your hands," Balu said, suddenly. "And get a change of clothes."

"How are we going to help them?" Tee Gar asked.

"The basement," Balu turned toward Tee Gar with a grin. "We can use the basement. Go, now! I will handle it from here moving them."

Tee Gar ran off from Balu toward a small machine made of wood planted beside the garden.