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day. Draylon enjoyed the exercise, but was starting to feel hungry. He proposed they stop somewhere to grab a bite to eat after their walk. Paul agreed, as he was feeling a little hungry too. As they approached the end of the main stretch of road, a car came hurtling past them. At the same time, a beige Labrador puppy ran out into the road.
    The car braked and skidded, but it wasn’t enough – it struck the puppy and sent it tumbling down the pavement. Draylon and Paul ran to the little puppy. Its eyes were still open and it was twitching. The driver of the car got out to help. Draylon informed him that he was a vet and that he should go. The young male driver got into his car and drove off. Draylon looked around; luckily no one else witnessed the event other than himself, Paul and the driver. Paul was upset – he asked Draylon if he was really a vet. He prayed that the puppy would be OK, but deep down, he knew that this was the end for the poor little thing.
    â€œI’m not a vet Paul, but I need your trust now,” Draylon said, knowing that everything hung on this moment.
    â€œYou can trust me,” Paul replied. “But what can you possibly do?”
    Draylon placed his hands gently on the puppy; he closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and focused. Time seemed to stand still.
    Paul interrupted, “What are you doing?”
    At that moment, the puppy startled to wriggle, then got to his feet, barked, then licked Draylon all over his face. Draylon smiled and handed the puppy to Paul. Paul was ecstatic; he kissed and stroked the little puppy. A tear rolled down his cheek. A little boy came around the corner. He became overjoyed at the sight of his puppy. Paul handed him over and ruffled the little puppy’s head, and the boy ran off back home. Paul looked at Draylon.
    â€œThat was amazing,” Paul said in a soft voice.
    Draylon smiled. “We need to talk.”
    â€œYes we do,” Paul replied.
    They found a couple of rocks to sit on fairly close to the shoreline. There was a silence, with both Paul and Draylon deep in thought. Paul broke the silence, not able to keep it bottled up for a second longer.
    â€œWhat just happened?” said Paul, feeling a bit flustered.
    Draylon felt a bit anxious, hoping that Paul would understand. “That bright light you saw wasn’t a meteor, it was my craft. This is going to be very hard to believe. I’m from another planet.”
    Paul interrupted, “From another planet, what are you talking about? I meant the dog, how did you heal the dog?”
    â€œI have the ability to heal myself and others. It is one of my gifts. I am not entirely human. I’m an alien-human hybrid.” Draylon knew how that must have sounded to Paul.
    â€œThat’s ridiculous! OK, I’ll humour you, prove it!”
    â€œOK.”
    Draylon pointed at an empty bottle near the shoreline, Paul looked over.
    â€œThis is telekinesis.”
    Draylon, using his hand and his mind, caused the bottle to raise three feet off the ground. He held it for a few seconds, and then lowered it back to the ground. Paul’s jaw gaped. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was a sceptic, he wanted to believe, but had so many doubts, although his doubts were starting to fade.
    Paul smiled. “How can I deny that, in the last fifteen minutes I’ve seen you heal an injured puppy, and now move a bottle with your mind? What are you? Who are you?” Paul felt a little nervous, but also excited.
    â€œI’m from another planet, from another galaxy, light years away. I’m an alien-human hybrid; I was created in a lab by leading scientists on my home planet. They created me using superior DNA from my planet, and superior DNA from yours. They can isolate particular traits, they are that advanced. I have numerous alien abilities, and yet look entirely human on the outside. I need you to keep this secret.”
    â€œThis is a lot to take