Meeting Odd Little Alien Guy

He is an odd little guy; looks distorted. Having no fear, I approach him. We speak through telepathy, not words. He tells me time travelled from B.C. How does he know that? I wonder. He laughs, and I smile. He is an alien, but harmless. Terrified of cars, dogs, sirens, and street lights. I wonder what will not terrify him. Central Park is okay until it gets busy. He is scared of the fast-moving joggers, and the old people on park benches. They did not have old people in B.C. I guess. I take him to my apartment where he is frightened of TV, computer, the mixer, a stapler, and almost everything else. I get him a fuzzy blanket and let him have a little nap. He teleports during the nap, relieving us both.