No matter how many years pasted, Dennis was always aware he was an alien to Standard.
The air wasn't quite the same; there always seemed to be a slightly different weight to his steps.
Little stuff like that built up, constantly reminding him that this wasn't his home.
Still Yoko always pushed more food on his plate, insisted he needed a bit of fattening up; Yusho taught him new entertainment tricks with a smile every week.
This world may not be his, but somehow Dennis found family in spite of everything.
