Daniel sat down in the armchair. He was watching me curiously, as if I was going to spontaneously combust. He was sat sideways in the chair, with his legs hanging over the armrest. I ignored him for a while.
I wasn't actually watching the television, more staring at it without seeing. The audio flew past my ears. I glanced at Daniel out the corner of my eye. He was still watching me, but it didn't feel like he was staring.
I turned the television off and turned to Daniel. I raised an eyebrow expectantly. I could have sworn he blushed slightly, but if he did, it vanished instantly. He looked away and looked back at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Sorry I called you an it earlier."
"Don't worry about it. You were in shock."
"I never expected to find an alien in my dad's house."
I smiled at him. "So, you got thrown out of college."
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but don't tell anyone that." He flashed me a devious grin.
"Why'd you do it?"
He shrugged. "Bored. Hated it."
I laughed quietly. I pushed my long white hair back from my face and ran my fingers through the curls. I pulled my pyjama top up and relaxed into the soft material.
"Did I wake you up this morning?" Daniel asked.
"No. I've been awake since before 4."
"I always am. The same nightmare, every single night."
"What happens in the nightmare?"
"I relive that night. When I listened to my friends' and families dying screams. Of course it didn't bother me at the time; I didn't understand. All I understood was the danger I was in and I ran. Oh, how I ran. I didn't stop until I reached the Atlantic."
I didn't hear him properly. "I jumped into the water. I found a pod of dolphins. They looked after me for a few days, before leading me to England. I came out of the water in the middle of the night, in Plymouth. Raitchosge was out fishing, he found me: a scared little six year old with glowing skin. He took me in and brought me to London."
Daniel was totally absorbed by my words. He finally snapped out of it and stared at me in amazement.
"You swam from America to England with a pod of dolphins?"
I looked up at him. "Yes."
"What, entirely underwater?"
"A six day journey," I said by way of agreement.
"How the hell did you spend six days underwater?"
"I guess thatcould be classed as a superpower. There's an answer to your earlier question."
I smiled meekly.
"So you're completely alone? The last one?"
"Of my species. There are other aliens, but none like me."
"How do you know that?"
"They'd all have either died in the supernova a thousand years ago or burned in the crash."
He jumped off the armchair and sat down next to me. He pushed my hair behind my ear and smiled at me. I smiled back. He looked through a gap in the curtains. His smile widened.
"Let's go for a walk," he said.
He stood and pulled me up with him. He grabbed my jacket off the hook and handed it to me. I pulled it on and followed him out of the house.