"Good morning, guys. Sleep well?" Joyce asks, as she prepares a cup of coffee for herself. Drew and I walked into the kitchen and we both felt frustrated that we had to get out of bed. Besides, I don't think either of us slept for more than a couple of hours due to last nights activities.

"Nah do you guys have rats in your walls? Because we heard s lot of banging last night. You guys might want to get that checked out." Drew says sleepily. Joyce blushes and looks at the floor while Scott comes down from upstairs, looking as if he just took a shower.

"Good morning,babe." He says, moving around the island to give Joyce a peck on the lips. Scott goes into the fridge and takes out the eggs and milk. "You guys want scrambled eggs?" He says, turning to us.

"Sure," Drew says.

"Yeah, sounds good," I say.

After a few minutes, Scott puts the scrambled eggs onto a huge plate and carries it over to the island. He takes out a few smaller plates and forks then moves over to the fridge. He takes out a bottle of ketchup and sets everything down on the island.

"Dig in," He says, grabbing himself a plate. Drew and I fill our plates and sat down.

"Are you going to get some, Joyce?" I ask, gesturing to the eggs.

"No, I'm not a breakfast person." She says, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Good. More for me." Scott says, snatching the rest of the eggs and piling it on his plate. He grabs the ketchup bottle and does something that disgusts both Joyce and drew. He squirts ketchup all over his eggs and then takes a huge forkful and shoved it into his mouth.

"You disgust me." Joyce says, scrunching her face up in disgust.

"That's not what you said last night." Scott replies, making drew and I laugh while Joyce looks mortified.

"Can you pass me the bottle, Scott?" I ask.

"Oh, no. Not you too?!" Drew yells.

"What? It's good." I say, shrugging.

"Finally! Someone who understands me!" Scott yells giving me a high five. Being the dramatic person that he is, Drew starts gagging and pretending to vomit.

"You are nasty." Drew says in disgust.

"That's not what you said last night. In fact, I remember you saying-" I was cut off by a fire alarm blaring. We turn around and see a fire catching on top of the stove.

"Scott! You forgot to turn the oven off again!" Joyce shrieks. In a state of panic, she runs over and rushes to the cabinet, muttering "oh, god," over and over again. She takes out an orange box labeled 'Baking Powder.' She dumps the powder on the fire and the flame extinguished. She then, turns off the stove.

"Holy shit! I'm so sorry." Scott says, eyes widening in fear.

"Don't worry about it. No one died. We are fine," Joyce says, panting. She looks at the clock and her eyes widen. "Oh fuck! It's 7:56. We're going to be late."

Scott and Joyce rush out the door, leaving drew and I behind. "Come on!" Joyce's voice shouts from outside. Drew and I run as fast as possible, out running Joyce and Scott in the process. We run into the main square where we come face to face with a huge crowd of people facing a makeshift stage. A bell chimes, signaling that it just hit eight. Scott and Joyce stumble in as the last bell rings.

"We made it!" Scott says, bending over trying to catch his breath.

"Thank God!" Joyce says, coughing. "Why the hell does it feel like every time I run, my lungs are lit on fire?" Before anyone can make a snarky reply, the governor walks into the stage.

"People of this town, we are gathered here today to discuss future and current events. Some of you have come to me with some concerns and I would like to provide you all with some answers. First, the curfew will not be changed for anyone unless your job requires you to. Second, Your schedules won't change unless if I or my advisors have given you a new one. Third, a few of you might have noticed that we have a couple of new members of our society. They will cause no harm. You are expected to treat them like any other member. If it is found that you have not done so, you will receive the same punishments that are given to our prisoners. Treat them with respect as they will treat you with respect." The governor says, looking throughout the crowd. "Another thing. The drive and walk through starts in an hour. You know how to act. Everyone is dismissed except for Drew and Bella. You guys stay behind."

In a matter of seconds, everyone except us left the square and tended to their jobs. The governor steps off of the stage and walks towards us.

"Hey, you guys settle in well?" He asks.

"Eh, sleep was a bit rough." Drew says.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure that once you are used to everythin', things will be just fine and dandy," The Governor says. "Walk with me."

Drew and I follow the governor as we walk around the square. "Do you guys know what the drive and walk through is?"

"We heard about it briefly," I say. " it's where aliens come in, walk around, and visit the place, right?"

"Sort of." He walks around us. "As you know this place is like a zoo, where we are the animals and the aliens are the tourists visiting the place. Just like in some zoos or safaris, aliens get to see us up close. As such, we have rules." He says, turning around to face us, searching our faces to make sure that we understand what he is saying.

"First, don't touch them. We don't know where they came from and they could carry diseases that could wipe us out. Second, if they drop anything, don't pick it up. The zoo keepers already have a rule for them to keep everything secure in their vehicles. If by chance something is dropped, it will get reported and the keepers will take care of it. Third, keep a good distance away from them. They are just as scared, if not more, of you. We don't need anyone getting murdered. Finally, if one of them gets out of their vehicle, stay away from them. They are not supposed to touch you or get super close but if it happens, walk away or run as fast as possible. Got it?"

I nod my head while Drew asks a question. "So besides this happening every other day, can you please explain to us why we can't leave our house after dark?"

"Dark forces can be easily hidden in plain sight. Those who are curious will be taken out like a weed." The governor says, cryptically. A few seconds pass and no one says a word. Finally, as if snapping out of his thoughts, he directs his attention towards Drew. "I'm warning you now, if you know what's good for ya, don't go out at night. It's not worth it."

The governor walks away, leaving Drew and I confused. "Well, that was informative," he says, sarcastically. "And for him being a dodgy guy, you would think that he would have rhymed."

I snort and grab his hand. "Come on. Let's go find Joyce and Scott."

"I bet they are off somewhere kissing each other's faces off. Speaking of which . . ." He pulls my arm, causing me to back into him. I turn around, and as I do, he grabs my neck and kisses me. My arms instantly wrap around his neck as he deepens the kiss. A few seconds later, I hear a cough sound behind us, causing Drew and I to break apart. Joyce and Scott stood behind me, with shit-eating grins as they watch us turn beet red.

"Looks like we got ourselves a couple of love birds on our hands, Joyce." Scott says, hanging an arm around her.

"Leave 'em alone, Scott. You and I are just as bad, besides we gotta head off for work." Joyce says, giving Scott a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you in a little bit." She, then, walks away towards an alley and instantly blends in with the sea of people that crowd there.

"So you guys know where you are stationed?" Scott asks.

"Err . . . No. Where do we go to figure that out?" I ask, bashfully.

"There's a building with a red roof and a blue, metal door. It's the rec center. Inside there is a list that gets posted every two weeks. Ask for Anna, she'll show you the list and where you'll be heading. Remember, the building with the red roof and the blue, metal door," Scott says, glancing down at his watch. "Oh shit! I'm going to be late! This is going to be the third time this month! I gotta go!" Faster than lightning, he bolts down the alley and cuts through the sea of people into another alley, soon disappearing from view.