• Charlotte stared at the Viking/ John. He was definitely a psychopath.
    "There is something wrong with you." The words just slid out of her mouth. She didn't even realize that she had said them out loud until John gave her a wounded look.
    "Well yes, someone just hit me with a softball bat."
    The girl looked around, unsure what to do. After a long battle of possible questions and scenarios she finally focused on three.
    "Why are you in my house?" she wanted to know. John scratched his head awkwardly.
    "That is a good question," he admitted. "I sort of just woke up here."
    Charlotte forced down the new questions and continued on without comment, not wanting to get off topic. "You said you needed my help. What with?"
    John shrugged. "I have this problem, you see. I don't know how I got in your house. I don't know where I am. I need you to tell me. Can you do that?"
    Charlotte blinked.
    "Well of course I can," she said slowly. "You're on a farm. Near Utopia."
    John's face remained uncomprehending.
    "Texas?" she tried, still not getting not getting any recognition from him."The United States? Is anything ringing a bell?"
    John shook his head, deep in thought. Suddenly his eyes brightened.
    "Wait, do you know the name of your planet?"
    The girl stared at him. "You're kidding right? You're on Earth, stupid."