Chapter 5
It took quite an effort to squirm out of his covers, noticing for the first time that he was actually covered with cartoon from destructurised cartoon boxes. Somebody, whoever it was, had done good job, not to mention cared. It surprised Anthony quite a lot. Maybe he wasn't that lonely afterall?
Then he almost slapped himself, well not physically, but still...
No, Anthony, stop it, he scolded himself. He was getting his hopes all too high. There actually wasn't any human out there who could accept him with all his extraterrestrial tendencies and weird overall behaviour.
But nevertheless his heart kept hoping for at least one human friend that wouldn't judge or try to get him either behind bars or in some padded, white room.
Finally Anthony was starting to control his senses and with that his memory dinged with rememberance of a cell phone somewhere within his clothes, probably in one of handful of pockets.
So with this came new problem, maybe not that big but equally bothering. His hands weren't cooperative enough. Maybe they were frozen, but he hoped not.
Despite rather unnerving situation Anthony somehow managed to fish out his little, technically advanced friend and surprisingly it was still alive.
With a smile he switched camera flashlight on, illuminating the space around.
The small light wasn't powerful enough to light up whole place, but it was bright enough to reach the end of his own form. Anthony now saw the covers and spotted strange surface underneath his body. Only after moment of guessing he realised the decently thick thing he was lying on was actually an old carpet. It surprised him though.
Why would someone care for a stranger in distress so much to take such effort to make him comfortable.
He moved the light further. From what he could tell the damn freezer was quite a biggie, but still claustrophobic enough.
Then the light hit something. A dark form on the floor was laying couple feet away. So he really wasn't that lonely here.