"I've heard that before, but I'm not sure what that means. Am I part of a clan?" Alison asked as Chester shrugged.

"Your father is, so you would probably be welcomed in easily. Especially for your eyes. The lilac color is specifically related with the Paka clan. Whether or not you are a clan member is determined by your heritage," Chester started to explain. Alison frowned, more confused. "When people first came through the rift, there was a few different humanoid groups that lived here first. As generations passed, the human parts were more dominant than the aliens that lived here. However, the alien eyes were more dominant than humans. I'm not a geneticist, so I don't know specifics."

"I see, so the Mibhewa clan have pinkish eyes," Alison added. Chester smirked, proud that his explanation made some sense.

"Exactly. We have alien blood, so our eyes are different than pure humans. However, that does lead into some discrimination," Chester warned with a grimace.

"Madson mentioned something similar to that," Alison whispered, remembering that the sheriff didn't trust him. Chester sighed. "Where do the clans live?"

"They live in towns all over Ostwynne, which is the continent we're on now. Some band together and plan events for clan members. Most just live in towns and have normal jobs," he explained as they walked through the front doors.

"It's about time you two showed up. Where's the sheriff?" Frederick asked, interrupting their conversations. Alison glanced at Chester.

"Well, I'm not one to get into the middle of disputes, but I was able to grab your house keys. So, that's something, I guess," Alison answered, a bit sheepish. She didn't want to deal with her grandfather's problems, but it seemed that he had expected her to fix the problem. Although, Frederick wasn't too surprised.

"You are just like your mother," the mayor laughed. Alison could tell that he was still upset with the sheriff.

"I'm sure Chester could show me the way to your house if you want to wait for Sheriff Hewtyr," Alison suggested as Chester frowned.

"Of course, I will be there later tonight," Frederick informed before Chester loudly groaned. "Chester, it's not even that far from here."

"While that's true, it's still a hassle. I feel like I have to act like the adult around here when you have a fight with the sheriff. It's exhausting," Chester complained, crossing his arms. Frederick rolled his eyes and looked at Alison.

"He'll still show you the way home, though," Frederick reassured with a wink. Alison sighed, knowing that Chester was a good guy, but she wondered how far it went.

Without another complaint, Chester led Alison toward the center of town. The sun had set and the moon brightened up the streets. Alison stared at the sky, surprised to see a moon there, since she was across the universe. Then she was reminded of home, and her heart dropped to her stomach.

"What's wrong?" Chester inquired. She shook her head.

"Nothing really. Just feeling a little homesick."

"That's understandable. I'm sorry that you were thrown into this situation," Chester sighed, not quite able to understand what she was feeling. She wasn't just lost, she was physically unable to get home. There was nothing that he or she could do to get her back to earth.

"It is what it is. I'm just glad that I have heritage here, I guess. That's somewhat comforting. I just don't know what I'm going to do if I truly can't get home. I was hoping to be trained as a world renowned chef, but I don't think that's going to happen now," Alison answered with a weak smile. 

"Why not? I'm sure we can find some for you to train under, so don't worry about that just yet," Chester reassured, placing a hand on her shoulder. She nodded.

"You're right. It's not the end of the world yet," Alison chuckled, trying to lighten her mood. 

"Exactly, and don't give up hope. I would bet actual money that you will find your way home."

"As long as you don't bet too much money. I would hate for you to lose all your money."

"Are you betting against me then?" Chester teased as Alison raised an eyebrow.

"If I had any money, I think I would," she replied, crossing her arms confidently. Chester laughed.

"Well, when you get some cash, I'll take that bet," he answered, holding out his hand. She smiled and firmly shook it. "Speaking of which, when do they think they can get the rift working?"

"Hopefully soon, but it didn't really sound like they had a set timeline," Alison sighed, facing reality again. Chester elbowed her playfully.

"Why don't we set you up with a job until you can get back to your old life? There's a guy I know that's nice, and he's a part of the Mibweha clan as well. He runs a restaurant across town if you want to get a job," he offered as she took a moment to think about it.

"I don't like the idea of just hanging around all day doing nothing, so maybe. Tell him I'm interested, I guess. Although, tell him that it would be temporary. I don't want to let him down in the event that I am able to get back to England," she negotiated. 

"That's reasonable," Chester smiled as he guided her up to a modest house. It was a smaller house than Alison's parents' home, but it was still two floors tall. It had many windows and had a few flower beds around the front lawn. Overall, it was homey, but seemed empty. There were no lights on inside. "Here we are!"

Alison opened the door and found that there was little furniture. There was a couch with a small table and bookcase in the living space and a small table and chair next to the kitchen. Frederick seemed to be living frugally since his family had left him behind. Alison frowned, feeling the loneliness through the house. She only hoped that upstairs would be be better. Chester, however, stayed on the front porch.

"I better get going," Chester informed, rubbing the back of his head. Alison nodded before walking up to him. She hugged him, but that wasn't what she had intended. She had tripped and she grabbed onto him, but it seemed that he thought it was a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Of course," Alison answered as she collected herself and got off of him. 

"Have a good night, Alison," Chester smiled before kissing her forehead. Alison's face turned a deep crimson as she took a step back.

"Y-you as well, Ch-Chester," Alison stammered as he waved, walking away from the property. She bit her lip as she closed the door. She wondered when her grandfather would return from his stupid fight, but she decided not to dwell on it too much. 

She went upstairs and found the same darkness. The moonlight shown through the windows, making it easier to see the hallway. There were three rooms where one room looked like it was blocked off. Alison guessed it was her mother's old room. Instead of entering the old room, she found the spare room.

"This seems as good as a room could be," Alison whispered to herself. It was dim in there as well, but found a candelabra. It was comforting to know that her grandfather didn't live in complete darkness, even though she had no way of lighting the candles. Instead, she found her way to the bed and climbed in, ready to move onto the next day.