It was a young man, perhaps in his early twenties by his features, though his sheer size made any age seem surreal. He wore a faded T-shirt with unreadable block letters and carried a backpack slung over one shoulder like a duffel bag. His breath fogged the windshield as he leaned closer, squinting.
“Whoa… Is that… a spaceship?”
His voice boomed like a bass drum, rattling loose components inside the ship. His enormous brown eyes scanned the hull with fascination. He crouched beside the wreck, one hand reaching out cautiously — but not aggressively.
Inside, Diana grabbed a nearby support beam. “He’s not military. He doesn’t look dangerous… just huge.”
“Yeah,” said Robert, swallowing hard. “But even a curious giant can crush us by accident.”
The ship jolted as the giant poked gently at it with one finger. Jennifer screamed as sparks flew from the damaged rear engine. The giant jerked his hand back, guilt written across his massive face.
“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to break it!”
He reached into his backpack and pulled out what looked like a massive smartphone. Tapping on the screen, he aimed it at the ship.
“Wait until my friends see this…”
Tim grimaced. “He’s filming us. He thinks we’re… entertainment.”
“Or proof,” muttered Emily. “He might post us on their equivalent of social media. Then we’re really exposed.”
The giant stood up again and looked around nervously, as if realizing he wasn’t supposed to be here. He picked up the ship with both hands, cradling it like a fragile toy, and began walking toward what looked like a residential neighborhood.
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