The aliem observes your hand with interest. They accept. They smile. You smile back.
Their grip on your hand tightens and they pull you closer. What's going on?
The tractor beam comes down from their ship in the sky. Bathed in green light, you both ascend towards the space craft.
You make it inside of their spaceship! There's a party of little hackerlings cheering you on.
They're all dancing and celebrating and eating some kind of candy that looks a little strange to you, but you're happy to participate.
In the morning, you wake up in your bed with a foggy memory of small dancing creatures. There's a card on your bedside table that says "thank you for your friendship!"
You feel happy. You hope they will get their fish one day.
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