Kal awakens.

Kal yawned and sat up on a plush bed with silk sheets. Glancing around the feminine room, he could tell a woman lived here. The last thing he remembered, he was in a ship, and had crashed. Strangely he couldn't remember much beyond that. Parents, history, friends, everything seemed to be blank. He recalled a redhead with pale skin, who had been in a truck. He had saved her, and then passed out.

Getting up he padded to the mirror and glanced at himself. He didn't seem to be hurt, which was good. The house obviously belonged to the woman he had saved. He was on a planet called earth, in a province called America. He wasn't sure why he knew that, considering he didn't know anything about his own past. Including his planet of origin.

He heard a squeak from a nearby room, and realized a shower had been running, and had just been shut off. Turning perplexed, he waited as someone shuffled around the other side. Reaching out with his hand and mind, he lifted the large plush bed slightly off the ground, and waited.

The beautiful redhead emerged from the shower wearing only a towel around her lithe form. “Oh my.” She gasped softly seeing him.

“Sorry.” He said quickly, gently setting the bed down.

“You speak English.” She said surprised, not noticing the bed at all.

“I, do.” He nodded, not sure what language he should be speaking.

“Are you, an alien?” She asked softly.

“I, am, not from this planet.” He nodded, his mind reeling, as he tried to process.

“I'm Martha.” She smiled extending her hand.

He glanced at her hand for a moment, before he realized it was a polite greeting. “Kal.” He replied, shaking her hand gently.

“Your so handsome, I mean, human like.” She blushed softly.

“So it would seem, you're very comely as well.” He nodded awkwardly.

Finally the woman giggled softly. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You're welcome, and thank you, for saving me.” He smiled, sitting down on her bed.

Sitting next to him she smiled brightly. “So, where do you come from?”

“I honestly don't know. I remember the ship I was in, the crash, and you. Nothing else.” He replied confused.

“But you know you're not from here.” She frowned.

“And that I am somewhere in a province called America.” He nodded.

“Country.” She giggled.

“Ah, yes.” He nodded again.

“You're welcome to stay here, but, you have to stay out of sight.” She said turning serious. “Humans can be fearful of what they don't understand.”

“Do you, know what happened to my ship?” He asked suddenly

“Yeah, it's hidden in the barn cellar. While you were sleeping, I borrowed Larry's tow truck, and loaded it up and brought it here.” She reassured him.

“Thank you.” He smiled.

“Of course, so, stay?” She asked.