She was sitting on the bed and looked up at him when he entered. It was the gracious look of someone thankfull for being rescued.<br/><br/>Favoring her with a smile he no longer really felt he took the marker and began drawing on the posterboard. He was no Picaso, but he managed a passable drawing of her laying on the bed. He added the universal symbol for sleeping  in a thought balloon over her head. Finished he showed it to her.<br/><br/>"You," he said slowly point to the picture and then the bed. "Please rest. Your safe here."<br/><br/><em>For now.</em>he added mentaly. For the first time he found himself wondering if he had been spotted and Identied during the escape from the crash site. He turned and left her then, hoping she wasn't a mind reader. Then again maybe it would be better if she were. It sure would have made communicating with her a whole lot easier.<br/><br/>He plopped down on the sofa and clsoed his eyes. He told himself he was just going to relax a few moments, but his body had other plans. The days events finally caught up with him and he drifted off to sleep.<br/><br/>It  felt like only a few moments later, but had in fact been almost an hour when he awoke with a start. He couldn't remember what exactly had startled him. Was is a bad dream or had he heard a strange noise?  Glancing at the clock he cursed, and leapt to his feet turning toward the bedroom door. He was both surprised and releived to see the alien crouched in the open doorway watching him.<br/><br/>The sound of a car door closing drew his attention to the driveway. Moving to the large living room windo he peeked out. and groaned.<br/><br/>"Shit! Already?" He asked the cieling.<br/><br/>Moving toward the alien he gestured for her to follow him.<br/><br/>"Come on. we need t find someplace for you to hide."