The Watcher V: SKYFALL

Chapter 9: Pre-Production

The morning light streamed gently through the hotel suite's curtains, casting soft, warm beams across the room. Angel stirred from his sleep, blinking groggily as he adjusted to the early hour. He stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and glanced around the room.

The soft, comforting hum of the hotel suite was a stark contrast to the busy day ahead. Angel's gaze fell on MinFlay, who was nestled in the makeshift bed on the coffee table. To his surprise, the alien had grown noticeably during the night.

MinFlay was now about the size of a three-year-old child, its previously tiny form expanded into something more humanoid but still distinctly alien. The creature's large, curious eyes were open wide, scanning the room with an innocent wonder. The blanket that had once seemed so large now barely covered MinFlay's form.

Angel's eyes widened as he took in the sight. He could hardly believe how much MinFlay had changed overnight. The creature's limbs were more defined, and it had developed a more recognizable form.

MinFlay noticed Angel and tilted its head. "Angel?"

The word came out clearly, though with a slight, otherworldly lilt. Angel's heart skipped a beat. MinFlay was speaking, and not just a single word—its vocalization resembled that of a young child.

"MinFlay, you can talk!" Angel exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and disbelief. He approached the creature carefully, kneeling beside it.

MinFlay looked up at Angel with a mixture of curiosity and delight. "Angel... friend?"

Angel smiled, feeling a rush of affection for the little being. "Yes, I'm your friend. How are you feeling?"

MinFlay's eyes widened as it tried to comprehend the question. "Feeling... good. Hungry?"

Angel chuckled softly. "I think you're always going to be hungry. Let's see what we have for breakfast."

He carefully picked up MinFlay and set it gently on the sofa, making sure the creature was comfortable. Then he went to the kitchen area to prepare something light for both himself and MinFlay. As he worked, he couldn't help but marvel at how quickly the alien was learning and adapting.

The little creature watched him intently, its eyes following every movement. Angel prepared a small assortment of fruits and some yogurt, hoping that MinFlay would find something to its liking.

When he returned, he placed the food on the coffee table and watched as MinFlay reached out with tiny, curious hands. "Thank you," MinFlay said, its voice a mix of gratitude and wonder.

Angel smiled warmly. "You're welcome. Let's see if you like this."

As MinFlay tasted the food, its reaction was one of delight. The creature made soft, happy noises, clearly enjoying the new flavors. Angel sat beside MinFlay, feeling a sense of responsibility and joy. This was a new chapter, not just for MinFlay but for Angel as well.

With MinFlay's newfound ability to speak and its rapid growth, it was clear that their journey together was about to take on new dimensions. Angel felt a surge of excitement for the day ahead and the adventures that lay in store.

As the rest of the family began to wake and prepare for their day in Los Angeles, Angel knew that this morning was just the beginning of an extraordinary experience. He glanced at MinFlay, whose happy noises and eager expressions were a testament to the bond they were forming. Together, they were on the cusp of something truly remarkable.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains of their hotel rooms as the four directors—Jonathan, Chloe, Ruthy, and Gape—prepared for their meeting with the cast. The excitement and anticipation from their initial casting decisions had evolved into a focused determination. They wanted to ensure that their story was accurately portrayed, capturing the essence of their harrowing experiences.