But no big deal, just, you know, asking for a friend?

[somekindofspaceuncle]

There's a young man standing in some corner of a plaza. He seems very hesitant. He doesn't really know anybody here yet, apart from two friends/ allies he's arrived with.

But from what he's observed, it seems that here, it's perfectly alright (maybe??) to ask strangers questions. Weird questions, even.

Which is good, because he has a weird question to ask, even though the very thought of asking it outloud, make his head hurt, extremely.

But he's postponed asking a question, the question, long enough, he feels. He feels that if he's really himself, he should ask the question.

Maybe to friends, but... no, if he is himself, and he is.... isn't he??... he doesn't want to worry his loved ones. And so, he might, for now, ask a stranger.

So, to any random passerby, this paladin might suddenly call,

"Excuse me!"

"This is... nothing personal. Just hypothetical. I don't mean to offend, but, please-"

Ahem...

"Have you ever... heard voices in your head? It- it's perfectly fine if you didn't. In fact, I wholeheartedly hope you didn't! It's nasty. But, if-?"

There's a Starman...

[iamjustvisiting]

Tommy stepped through the door into the Plaza. For some, it might be a shock to have a door lead somewhere unexpected or that it has never lead to before. He was far passed caring about so many things, or perhaps, it is the years of imprisonment that made any outside space welcome even when he had no idea where this was.
He watched the video of the man to inform him about the location with a frown. He seems arrogant to the alien. The information is welcome though and Tommy quickly looks over the brochures. They remind him of Holiday brochures for a trip. Was that what people thought ending up randomly on a planet was? A vacation?

It was hard to tear his eyes away from the paper to gaze at the people moving around. It was a pleasant spring day, on the warmer side, but Tommy still wore a suit and overcoat. Everything was always too cold for him given the planet he came from. His gaze turns up to the two suns and he frowns. They were messing with his vision which was well beyond the spectrum humans, or even their equipment could see.

The pamphlet is tossed on the table with a sigh. "What do you do when everything you wanted is gone?"

He wasn't talking to anyone, himself maybe. He's been wrestling with this question for nearly half a century. His whole purpose for leaving home, coming to Earth.. none of it mattered anymore.