Dennis pulled the car off onto the shoulder and rolled down the window to ask, “Now what on Earth are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere alone? Want a ride?”
The walker shrugged. “If it’s convenient.”
“I can take you into town, at least…”
“You’re very kind.”
When the walker was settled in, and they were back on the road, Dennis asked conversationally, “So, you’re one of those aliens, right?”
“That’s right.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
“How could you tell?”
“It’s a hundred and five and you’re walking through the desert. If you were human, you’d be dead.”
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