Chandler+Arbizzani

 Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there was a alien who went by the name of Timothy Timmons. Timothy (or Tim for short) was a common, everyday alien who went about his business in a typical alien fashion. He was employed by the ADIM (Association Discovery Industry of Mars). His main goal at the ADIM was to study Earth. The big question all over the planet of Mars is whether humans are real or just a made up living creature seen in TV shows and Movies and read about on the internet and in newspapers. Everyone on the planet wondered if there were actually living and breathing forms of life on Earth, so it is his job to attempt to discover all of the habits, tendencies, interactions, etc, of Earth itself.  One day Tim awoke from his daily siesta which was a nap that was taken for generally 1 hour after completion of his midday lunch. He thought nothing irregular upon the day but, little did Tim know what was about to happen. He was enjoying his peaceful walk back to work after having eaten his lunch and completed his nap. He exchanged “hellos” and “how are yous?” with all of his friends along the way. Tim usually turned left at the intersection between 1st Street and West Avenue, but today he had a little extra time on his hands so he choose to take a new path that had been recommended by his employees due to the fabulous look of the amazing mansions. He continued walking for 5 blocks or so past his usual turn, then he hung a left on 32nd Street. Little to his knowledge, however did Tim know what was waiting for his arrival. After passing a few of the mansions, Tim noticed that for some weird reason the sky was slowing darkening. This didn’t make sense though because it was only 1 P.M. This brought a scared and shivery feeling upon him. He spotted his work building from a short distance away. It then hit him that he had an important interview for a new position and improved position at ADIM in 10 minutes. So due to both of these just mentioned facts, Timothy sped up hoping to arrive in a more timely fashion and to get out of this area as fast as possible. Soon his walk turned to a jog, and his jog turned to a run, and his run turned to a sprint. He was becoming quite fatigued at this point, but there was no way he was slowing down. Then “BAM” all of a sudden he fell flat on his face and felt a cold, cold hand of some sort have a firm grasp of his left ankle. He was hesitant to look back, but he built up the courage and choose to do so. As he was slowly twisting his head, he caught a peek of this “thing’s” hand. It was white and resembled the look of a thing he once studied and had seen worn by humans called a “glove”. As Tim’s eyes followed and examined the body of this thing, it became more and more apparent to him that this thing had looks that resembled that of his own kind of race, but at the same time it looked so very odd.