Strange lights and other occurrences; a guide to alien housemates

Chapter 2: "Yes, I've heard of pop-tarts"

Now, being daytime, it had become light. Sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, planting warm beams on the carpet, sofa, and the face of the sleeping woman. Sounds of children playing and sea-involved activities echoed in from outside, as Dan, stepping as quietly as he could, began to make breakfast, pushing thick slices of bread into the toaster, filling the kettle with water, and humming, silently, an unknown tune. He had almost forgotten about the previous night's adventure, so when he looked over to the sofa to see a sleeping figure wrapped in blankets, it took a moment to slow his jump-scared heart rate. Sighing a relief that can only be obtained through realisation, he stepped even quieter, looking over to the figure regularly to check that she hadn't been woken. Indeed, she did not even stir. 

Yawning, Phil entered the room, shuffling along the laminate in odd socks, hair ruffled, eyes filled with sleep.

"Morning!" Phil yawned again.

"Ssshhhh," Dan insisted, "morning."

"Sshh?" Phil asked. He, also, had forgotten about their guest. Without a word, Dan pointed at the figure. With surprised expression, Phil whispered "Oh  yeah, I'd completely forgotten."

"She nearly gave me a heart attack," whispered Dan, laughing. Phil nodded in response. 

"Toast and tea?" Dan asked, pointing to the filled toaster.

"Oooh yes please!" Phil exclaimed in a whisper, if such a thing can exist. He crept over to the sleeping figure, checking for any signs of consciousness. 

"Is she dead?" asked Dan, peering over.

"No, I think she's alive, she's breathing at least." Dan glared at him for this.

"Well if she's breathing, she's not going to be dead, is she?"

"Guess not"

"I'm just going to the toilet, keep an eye on this toast."

"Sure, will do."

Now I don't know about you, but the sound of a seagull crashing into the ceiling of a caravan usually doesn't fail to wake me up. It was the same here. The sleeping figure became an awake figure, as she opened her eyes, seeing, before anything else, the looming figure of Phil, who was waiting for her to wake up. 

"Hi!" he spoke, though she had not recognised him yet, and still had not quite woken up. 

"Ugh, Yana, pera helerta tikan." she muttered, then realising that she was not in her usual bed. She turned, saw the unfamiliar figure of Phil, and jumped. At this point she managed to recall the evening before, clapping her hand to her chest, she too sighed relief. she rubbed her eyes, took a second look at Phil, then at her surroundings. 

"Where am I?" she spoke, her accent foreign, not like anything Phil had ever heard before. He took a seat next to her.

"Oh, this is our caravan, we're using it as a place to stay for our weekend break. We... thought we should bring you back here rather than leave you on the sand." 

"Ah, I see. Thank you," she again looked about her, just in time for Dan to return. "I knew there were two of you!" She smiled, greeting him. 

"Oh. So you're awake! Did Phil wake you?"

"No, she got jump-scared by a seagull." Dan snorted. 

"Welcome to the club" he remembered toast. "Would you like some breakfast? We're having toast and tea... and... uh, well... you fainted so I'm guessing you could do with food."

She appreciated this gesture, and nodded gratefully. "Yes, thank you, that'd be much appreciated." Dan also nodded, stepping towards the counter.

"Can I ask?" enquired Phil. "What the markings on your face are?" The woman looked confused, her brow furrowing as though she was trying to recall.