This is the second part of a series. The first entry may be found here.
“Who are you guys,” said Bob, but the Aliens did not talk English so they did not reply He repeated himself, “Who are you?” Again no reply. The aliens pulled out a weird, metallic machine and beckoned for him to repeat himself. Once more he said, “Who are you?” The machine acted up, beeped a couple times, shook, and then finally came to a halt. A small paper was printed out of it. Bob couldn't quite clear it out, he figured it was in some sort of alien language. The aliens said something, and then the machine beeped and shook, then out came the paper. The paper said:
We are Aliens. We mean you no harm whatsoever. My companion and me were driving home from work one day, you see, and we saw you lying on the ground hurt and injured. We talked to your wife so she knows where you are. You've been out for three days, and some of your wounds were pretty bad. We've fixed you up as best as we could for the moment. I insist that you stay with us for at least a week until your wounds heal. We will then drop you off at your insisted location.
“Alright,” said Bob. “I'm putting my trust in you guys and I thank you. I am grateful for everything you have done for me, and because of this I am in debt. If you ever need something, do not hesitate. I will help the best that I can.
