Ortega Mambe, the Alien Said, Proceed Home, Sleep and Think About What You Must Do to Keep the Female Simblin Alive

Ortega mambe could barely work his legs. He was trying to get into the helly but couldn't. The alien did not sit on the bed, but remained in the doorway. Did you kill him? The boy said, answer me. Is this not true? The creature's eyes, huge and catlike, held his answer. Me the alien said. And for a terrible moment, it occurred to him that the alien might try to help him in. But then he was in at last hands, flailing at the dashboard as he tried to do what he had been asked to do.