"Where's the nearest microwave?"

Chauncey stepped back, trying not to completely freak out. As he stepped backwards, the person followed, until they were lit up by the glow from a streetlight.

The person was a man, but he wasn't like any man Chauncey had seen before. His hair was grey and shot through with white, and it hung down to his middle back. His shirt was purple and yellow plaid, and over it he wore a denim vest with a couple pins stuck on it. The look was completed with jeans and black boots.

The man's eyes were brown, but one seemed lighter than the other. And lastly, the strangest thing about him was his nose. In the streetlight's glow, it shone, and Chauncey realized it was made of metal.

"Hey," the man said in a gruff voice. "Did you hear me? Are Earthers deaf, I forgot..." he added, more to himself than to Chauncey.

"Anyway, if you aren't deaf, kindly point me to the nearest microwave. I have a burrito that needs cooking." the man finished.

Chauncey shook his head a couple times to try and get a grip on the situation. "Okay, what is going on?" he asked, his voice shaking a little.

The man raised a thick eyebrow. "Uh, I think I made that clear? Microwave? Burrito? What's not to understand?" he said, folding his arms. Chauncey, looking at the man, figured he could knock him out if he needed to. Evidently this man was a few apples short of a pie. Aka crazy.

"Okay." Chauncey said. Might as well let this guy use the microwave, see what the heck just happened, then maybe call the police if this man turned out to be as crazy as he looked. "There's a microwave in here, I'll just unlock the door for you." Chauncey took out the HCB's key and went back to the door to unlock it.

The man followed him inside and down the hall to the kitchen, looking around. "Strange building you got here. This your house?" the man asked.

Okay, so this guy definitely didn't come from anywhere near here. Everyone in the area knew the HCB. "No, it's nobody's house. It's a community building." Chauncey answered, turning on the kitchen lights. The kitchen was clean and sparkling, thanks to Chauncey. You'd never guess just a few hours ago it was messier than if a tornado went through the place. The kitchen had a special place in Chauncey's heart. Which is why he felt personally offended when the man sat on the counter next to the microwave, getting a thick amount of dust everywhere.

"Could...could you please not-" Chauncey began, before the man started coughing and interrupted him. Great. Now germs were in here too. The man took a slightly smashed burrito out of his pocket and put it into the microwave.

"So...what are you doing here?" Chauncey asked. The man looked up at him for a second before shrugging.

"My ship's microwave broke. Had to cook my food someplace." the man said, like it was obvious. "Oh!" he hopped off the counter and brushed dust off of his hand before holding it out to Chauncey.

Chauncey gave it a look, wondering how many germs could be on it, before taking it hesitantly.

"The name's Ratthew." the man said.

"Chauncey." said Chauncey.

Ratthew grinned, showing at least two gold teeth. "Chauncey, huh. Earth names," he chuckled to himself, as if in a private joke.

"You're saying that like...you're not from Earth." Chauncey said, seriously weirded out at this point.

Ratthew gave him a look. "Uh, I'm not."