“I took the wrong rocketship,” she said absentmindedly, looking around.
“Nonsense,” said the alien. “There’s only one.”
“No, really. Where are the–”
“The what? What is missing?” The alien spat. It was his territory, after all. “There’s no such thing as the ‘wrong’ rocketship, miss. You either enjoy this land or you go back where you came from.” The girl shivered and managed a smile.
“You have beautiful flowers,” she said.