A soft breeze gently blew across the meadow, sending gentle rippling waves through the tall grasses, making the land look liquid. In the nearby patch of trees, birds chirped cheerfully. The sun beamed it’s warm rays down toward the earth, a rare, nearly cloudless summer day. A creek could be heard nearby, it’s water trickling musically over cobbles and stones. A peaceful, picture perfect scene. Suddenly there was a loud snapping sound, as if the wind had caught the cloth of a sail unexpectedly. The birds stopped their chirping in alarm. A small figure with unnaturally bright red hair appeared in midair, hovering for a moment before falling ungracefully to the ground. The figure groaned and lay there for a moment. “Goddamn… zeta… what’d you do?” he asked, sitting up and squinting toward the sky. The reply came in his head, a voice only he could hear. “I put you somewhere else. Do you like it, Matty…?” It wasn’t that she couldn’t make her voice heard to anyone else, it was just that he was the only one she cared to speak with. It didn’t help his reputation that he was already off the wall. But what could he do? No one believed that he knew an alien. Much less that she talked to him on a regular basis. Or that she had some kind of obsession with him. Or that she took great pleasure in ruining his life. “Where am I?” The zeta giggled, “1534. Medieval England.” Matt scrambled to his feet. “You sent me back in time?” She hummed. “Welllll, I thought about sending you to planet Girgimesh but you’re a stupid weak human and you would have died. Something about not being able to breathe gaseous Chlorine. Why can’t you breathe Chlorine? It’s still a gas.” “Why can’t you breathe underwater?” Matt snapped. “Take me back. You know how I feel about time travel.” “That again? It’s harmless, really! You’ll be fine, Matty! I always time travel, it’s never ruined my life…!” Matt stamped a foot, “Of course it hasn’t. That’s because you’re the one doing all the life ruining!” Matt had an aversion to time travel. He had never touched it, yet his life had been more affected by it than anyone who had actually been doing the time traveling. “Oooh I know it’s so fun!” Matt rolled his eyes. “Stop messing about. Take me back! I don’t want to be here. I’ve got important things to do back home… deadlines to meet and such. “ The alien hummed again playfully. “Mmm, no I don’t think so. This is much more entertaining…! You were getting so boring being all happy and such. It’s just no fun.” “I’m not a toy!” Matt cried, walking in a tight frustrated circle, flapping his arms about wildly. “Oh but you are!” The zeta giggled. “My little toy…! It’s especially funny if I touch you. Shall I come down and touch you?” Matt shrank down into the tall grass, “No please don’t…” The alien sighed, “Fine. I’ll let you be for now. Oh! Look at the time! I must toddle off and water my plants...! There’s a village just over that hill there.” Matt flapped his arms again and stamped his foot. “No! You are not leaving me here! Get- back- here- no!” “Bye now, Matty! I’ll be checking in on you in a few days to see how things are going…! Don’t worry…!” “Agghh-haha-ha-haha-ha nooooo!” Matt shouted jumping up and down and throwing a fit. He knew she was gone though. He thrust his middle fingers toward the sky- his final act of revenge, as useless as it was. And probably a completely meaningless gesture in this era too. Well I'm not about to go be around people. No. The last thing I need to do is screw something up for someone's future. Or my own future. And with that Matt headed toward the woods, having no idea how to survive out there. This was going to suck.