It seemed one of those people was walking into the alley.

They'd never learn, would they? Tom smiled. He'd had a shitty night. The usual. His parents weren't happy with him. He'd failed his History test. Not just that, but his Jew teacher wrote his parents a note. Just because he didn't believe the bullshit peddled by that shylock didn't mean he had any right to do that.

Not that he should have those rights anyway.

So now? A black coming into his street?

Perfect.

The guy seemed on the small side, too. A skinny short guy, with no hair or beard. Dressed in… was that tights? Walking around, daring to smile at him.

Was he a queer too? Didn't he know where he was?

"Are you lost?" He asked.

The smile went off the nig's face, but he didn't answer. Just sort of stared. Creepy little fuck.

"I said. Are you lost? Do you need help getting out of here? Because you're not supposed to be here."

Tom walked up to him, reveling in towering over the man.

"I heard you the first time." The man muttered. "I just didn't want to believe it."

"Speak up, mud. I didn't hear you." This was what Tom lived for. A chance to show someone their place.

And all of a sudden, he was flying. He crashed into a building.

It didn't hurt.

And then it did.

"I was having a great night, you know?" The man asked, approaching where Tom lay. "My day could not have been going better. I was out of that fucking hellhole. You know? Living with aliens all the time? Being judged for standing up for myself? For not forgetting history? I was about to die, but then… I wake up here. And it's been great! Only humans! On Earth!"

The man grabbed him, and lifted him. All of his nerves were screaming. He wasn't sure why he wasn't, but somehow the only noise he made was a squeak.

"And it was great, until you pulled your shit." The man's hands were glowing blue. Tom felt a pull backwards.

And nothing more.