Hito Yon wasn’t the only one caught out in the rain. JD’s Alien Lady – former commander of the ship that Ean, Sakura, and JD had escaped from – was also in the city streets when the sky opened up. She had no destination in mind; no idea where she was supposed to go – but ever since her unceremonious exile from the alien empire she had been wandering toward greater densities of people, hoping to find someone to tell her what to do.
Which was how she ended up lost: physically, emotionally and culturally in the city’s downtown, looking for guidance.
Unfortunately, the Terrans she encountered avoided her as though they knew what a social pariah she was. In truth, they didn’t: but the Alien Lady was still wearing the body suit and decorative armor from the ship, which left her looking not unlike a science fiction dominatrix.
And, when the rain started there were fewer people on the streets, anyway.
What do I do now? She wondered – the mental cry for help coming with the clarity only a trained telepath can manage. Who am I supposed to be now?
Her entire life had been defined by her role as a High One of the alien empire, and now that was gone. Plus, she was being rained on – and she did not like the rain. She had, after all, spent her entire life in an artificially maintained perfect environment.
Lost. Exiled. Alone… Despite all that, the Alien Lady did have one small shred of comfort: There was no way that she could conceive of for things to get worse.
And then the rain was cut off by a man holding an oversized umbrella.
"Pardon me, miss," Hito Yon said with a quiet accent. "But you appear to be far too upset to be wandering around in the rain. Why don’t you have a seat and tell me what’s wrong while we wait for the clouds to pass?"