An Alien On The Bus

An Alien Festival! Why do I have to go there when I have no interest in Sci-Fi stuff? Because my friend, Jenny urged me to go. I'm riding on a bus heading to the convention center where the festival is going to be held. As Jenny suggested, I wore a Galaxy sport jacket, and now I am sitting on a seat facing a side window. Suddenly a stranger occupies the empty space of my bench. He is slightly pointless. This guy looks like a reptile, smelly and eerie. He acts too weirdly! What if he is an alien? What is the alien doing on a bus? My nerve starts to become wrecked. And...