"What is….?"

"I don't know…"

"Not sure if we….."

"Are you insane? After we…"

Ben's head hurt. A lot. He felt like he was hit by a brick wall, which was strapped on a moving train, which had been driving on top of a rocket. He had trouble hearing things, and everything was black. After a while the voices seemed to become louder, clearer. He tried to listen and see if he recognized them, while he tried to open his eyes.

"And I'm telling you, we are not kicking him out in the streets! Not after all the trouble we had trying to sneak him in! I don't care how he looks!" Ben heard a child's voice, female and high-pitched, so definitely a child. "What's wrong with my looks? Am I disfigured or something?" "Come on Viktoria, you gotta admit, he looks weird with that peachy color! Is that even natural or is he sick?" "A guys voice, so far there are two in here.""Stop fighting, both of you. Viktoria did the right thing, asking to help him. We don't know who this is, or what he is, or where he's from. We do know however, that he needed help. So for now we have to wait till he wakes up."

"Guys, I think he's waking up!"

Ben had finally managed to move his eyelids, and was trying to open his eyes completely. After two failed attempts, he opened his eyes. When he looked up he saw a sight he did not expect to see.

A ghost, two girls covered in stitches, a mummy and a tiny werewolf were looking at him. "Hello! My name is Viktoria, and who are you?" said the smaller of the two girls with much enthusiasm. "Viktoria, give him some space! Hello young man, how are you feeling?" spoke the taller girl, no, the woman. "I feel a bit sore, actually. But who are you? And who are your friends?" Ben said, confused of his surroundings. He felt like this place was off, like it had a creepy vibe. He couldn't tell himself why, though. So far they were all pretty nice to him.

"I am Beatrice, and this is my sister Viktoria. The boy over there is Lhumin; the girl's name is Ahf-Ryght, and the girl over there is- MOXY! Don't sniff him, that's rude!" Ben looked at them; they seemed like a friendly bunch of, whatever they were. He could tell that they were different from him, and that they all knew it. "Uhm, nice to meet you guys, but where am I?"

"YOU, my friend, are on Anur Transyl, one of the finer planets of the Anur System!" said Lhumin. He struck Ben as an outgoing person, but then again, he only knew him for like, five minutes. "Okay and, wait. WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?" Ben said shocked, realizing he was in his underwear."I'm so sorry, but you clothes were in horrible state! They looked like they were hanging on in desperation. We put them over there, and for now you can borrow my nightgown. It's not very manly, but it is better then being in your undergarments, right? You can put it on if you like." Please." said Ben, feeling very exposed, even with the blanket covering him.

When they re-entered the room, Ben had changed into what looked like a shirt that ran down to his ankles and had long sleeves. Feeling uncomfortable in the dress Ben crawled back under the bedcovers. "Oh calm down, you look just fine. Now, you looked pretty beat up when we found you, so I'll have to examine you for injuries. Just tell me when it hurts." "Wow Bea, how do you know how his body works? I know you've been training to become a nurse, but still!" Ahf-Ryght was skeptical. Sure her friend was a fine nurse, but she didn't know anything about the boy!

"He looks quite a bit like a Transylian, so I think we can assume his body is similar enough." "Except he's all weird and stuff". Lhumin muttered, still a little angry he had to carry the boy all the way to the city, which was VERY FAR. Sure, Ahf-Ryght had helped, but she didn't have feet that could get sore! Lhumin still wondered how bandages could get blisters. Ahf-Ryght however, was thinking of other things. "So, now that you are taken care of, can I ask you something?"

"Who are you?"

Ben opened his mouth to tell her, but when he tried to answer he realized something. "What's wrong? Loboan got your tongue?" Said the Etonurite, confused at the lack of an answer. "No, It's just…."

"I don't know who I am."