We enter the small house, dripping with dirt and mud. I lean against the doorframe while the boy grabs some towels. My head almost touches the ceiling and I barely passed through the front door. My vision is blinded for a moment by the towel flying at my face. I let a small smile appear on my face and the kid does his goofy grin. I towel off my hair and strip off my shirt to wrap my chest with the towel. While gently cleaning my shoes, my host starts to speak.

"So what's your name? How old are you? Why did you collapse? Did you just move here? Where-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand and chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

"First thing's first, my name is Zachariah Shontae Fuli. I'm sixteen years old, I was running for a while, and no, I don't live here. Now, what's your name and age?"

"Well, nice to meet you, Zachariah! I'm Elliot B Weber but you can call me Eli. I have been on this Earth for fifteen and a half years." I give Eli a nod and glance around. The house is barely big enough to accommodate one person. On my way to what I assume is Eli's bedroom, I spot only one other door in the entryway. I furrow my brow thinking about this sweet kid living in such a small space. It obviously doesn't hinder his social skills. He talks a mile a minute and keeps a smile the entire time. His energy is contagious and I feel myself starting to relax.