Contact: A Legacy 1.5

Contact: A Legacy 1.5 by LeahT

"Oh, yeah she slept there last night," Dylan mumbled to himself when he crawled out of bed. "Did we...? Nah, she doesn't even know what that is... We just kissed, right?"

Peach began to stir and Dylan did his best to look casual. He didn't want to seem like a stalker, watching her while she slept.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Peach looked at Dylan who was still standing awkwardly at the end of the bed.

"Isn't it a beautiful morning?" Dylan asked looking towards the window.

Peach followed his gaze and said, "You can see through closed blinds? Is that a superpower humans have?"

"Uhhh... something like that... haha..." Dylan said nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "So, do you want to do something today?"

"Can you take me to get a job? Like the grocery store thing you were talking about yesterday..." Peach asked. "I want to help with the money issues as long as I stay in this... beautiful place."

Dylan could tell she was lying about the compliment, but it was nice she was going to try and help out, "Sure thing."

Dylan and Peach approached the grocery store and her eyes widened at the books out front. She picked one up.

"These look like the ones you have at home except they don't have naked ladies--"

"Here we are!" Dylan interrupted nervously. "You can apply at the register. Just ask the nice person for an application. I'll just wait out here."

"You're going to wait with your books?"

He sighed, "These aren't my books, Peach. I haven't bought them."

"And they don't have naked ladies on them."

Dylan covered his face in his hands, "Please... I read plenty of other books. Like when you saw me in the library... Just... go inside and ask for an application."

Peach obeyed.

Nonchalantly, Peach exited the grocery store. She glanced over to Dylan and gave him a raised eyebrow.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Did you get the job?" he said slowly as if she were stupid. "That's kind of why you went in there... I didn't give you a shopping list or anything."

She looked down over her shoulder, "They... might have been hiring."

"That still doesn't tell me anything."

Peach grinned, "Yeah, I did. I didn't know they would hire a foreigner."

"I'm not going to ask and I don't care! You got a job!" Dylan hopped over to her and gave her a huge bear hug as a congratulations.

It was when she went in for a kiss that Dylan pulled away. He put up his arms in defense and took a step backwards. The look on Peach's face was none other than hurt. He didn't mean for that to happen, but he couldn't be seen kissing her in public.

"I'm sorry, Peach, not in public," he said quietly.

"But... why? We kissed last night. I thought that meant..." her gaze fell down to the ground. For the first time, her bubbly personality wasn't so... peachy. 

"Peach... I..."

She ran off before he could say anything else.

Dylan knew he should go after her. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that if he left her alone, something bad would happen. Instead of listening to his instincts, he just watched her go. She'll come back, he told himself. Any moment, she'll turn around.

But she didn't turn around. Peach kept running with tears in her eyes. Dylan watched her disappear around a corner and just hoped she knew her way home. She'll come back, he chanted in his head. She'll come back.

Peach didn't stop running until she got to the dock at the beach where she originally crashed her spaceship. She caught her breath and looked around. A few people were hanging around the beach, doing human things. Peach smiled before a few more tears trickled down her cheeks. Why doesn't Dylan want to be with me? she wondered. Is it because I'm not his kind? He's completely fine when we aren't around anyone, but as soon as we're in public, he acts as if we're just friends. Maybe he isn't interested after all...

Even though she was treated terrible on her home world, she was never faced with heart break. This was an entirely new feeling for her.

Tears kept flowing and she fiercely wiped away at them. This was no time to be crying! I should never have escaped, she thought. I wouldn't have caused Dylan so much trouble, and I wouldn't be dealing with this pain in my upper torso region. On her planet, they normally had arranged unions with the hounds, much like arranged marriages. At this time, she would have preferred that to what she was feeling at this moment. It was misery.

Maybe that Doc Brown guy has my ship done. If he does, I can find another planet and set up there. Dylan won't have to deal with me anymore... ever again.

She straightened up and tried to think where that guy's house was... while she was thinking, another round of tears threatened to pour down her cheeks. I hate this...

"UGH! I can't find that cat anywhere! I'm supposed to be a part of the special hunting forces, but I can't find a single cat on a planet a small as Earth?! I'm going to get punished for this one!" Rovotz, the hound, fumed. 

His nose twitched and he started sniffing the air.

"That better not be a house cat, as it was last time... I think..." he smelled more and followed his nose, ignoring strange looks from civilians, "thats...  Mazyna!"

He spotted her on the beach and grinned from ear to ear. 

"Finally," he growled. "I have never been so happy to see a cat in my life!"

The hound jumped off of his perch and behind the bushes to go meet her, hoping she would not see him in the process. Luckily, her tears fogged her vision. Rovotz found it the perfect time to strike.

Back at Dylan's apartment, he was worrying about Peach. It was getting late and she still wasn't home. Maybe I should have just kissed her. It's not like too many people were around and they probably weren't watching, he thought. He suddenly got an idea.

He dialed Doc Brown's number and put the phone to his ear. It rang a few times and he anxiously awaited him to pick up. When he didn't, he dialed again. This time, the old man answered.

"Hello?"

"Doc! I'm so glad you picked up! I have a question. Is Peach there?" Dylan played with the seam of his shirt, hoping she had gone to his house.

"No, I'm sorry Dylan."

His heart sank, "Oh, that's... oh."

"But, I have good news! I think I got the spaceship to work. I can put it back in the capsule and take it over first thing in the morning," he said cheerfully.

"Yeah. Thanks," Dylan said softly.

"Dylan? What's wrong?" Doc asked, concerned.

"Peach left after she and I had a little... mishap in town and hasn't come back. It's getting dark outside and I'm afraid something might have happened to her, you know, with the hound."

"Mishap?"

Dylan was silent.

"Dylan... I'm like an uncle to you. Tell me what happened."

"She tried to, well... kiss me in public and I pushed her away. She ran off in tears and hasn't come back," Dylan blushed. It was so embarrassing, saying this to an old man.

"Oh," he said in a wise voice. "You hurt her feelings."

He rolled his eyes, "Duh. But why? We had only kissed once before, and..."

"Was it at home?"

"Yeah, but..."

"She thinks you're ashamed of her. You don't want to be seen with her in public. She thinks it's her, not you."

Dylan's brow furrowed, "But... that's not it at all. I really, really like Peach. I might even..." Dylan's heart felt like it was going to stop. He couldn't let her leave Earth. He couldn't be apart from her. He had to find her. "Doc, I'll call you back."

Peach, I'm sorry. I hope I'm not too late...

Dylan ran past the TV where the program of the lovebirds was playing. A tear rolled down his cheek as he remembered her asking all those questions and how they cuddled on the couch. He hoped he could do it many more times.

You can't leave me, Peach. I don't want an empty house anymore.

The hound crept up on Peach. He tried not to make a noise and as far as he could tell, he was being as silent as he had learned to be in his training days. She stiffened, almost as if she had heard him, and Rovotz stood still, but Peach did not turn around. He let out a breath of relief and kept creeping towards her. This was it. He was just about to get her in his hands. Once he got home, his Master would reward him with treats and a day at The Hound Spa. He couldn't wait and almost lost his cool for almost a moment. Almost there...

Contact: A Legacy 1.4

Contact: A Legacy 1.4 by LeahT

Dylan ran through the doors and to the edge of the couch where Peach was sitting. She looked up at him with those orange-yellow eyes. She looked so innocent and unknowing of the impending doom. Dylan panted and squirmed in his current spot, not knowing what to say first.

"How did your boss like your painting?" Peach asked.

That worked. "He liked it a lot. He thought it was new and original," Dylan blurted out and ran his fingers through his hair. "Listen, Peach... We... I don't want you to leave."

"This is great! I don't want to leave, either. Now, I don't have to. I was afraid to tell you earlier because of your whole loner attitude, but now I can stay here now that you feel the same way!" she said happily.

This was going to kill him.

"Listen, Peach... I don't want you to leave, but we have a tiny problem," Dylan paused. "The hounds are here."

She gasped, "No... they can't be here already. I... I can't be found yet. Are you sure it was a hound?"

"Red and black hair... red and black clothes... red and yellow eyes, kind of... maybe a little black in his eyes too," Dylan thought really hard. "He looked really evil and he called me human. You were the only other one to ever call me human."

"That's a hound, alright... Can you help me fix my ship?" Peach squeaked. "I don't want to leave you... but I don't want to die, either..."

"No, I can't, but if there is anyone who can fix a ship in this town, it is Doc Brown. Come on, let's go. Don't bother getting dressed in your human clothes because he's gonna need to see you in your true form."

"Doc Brown? Like... Back to the Future?"

"You've seen that movie?" Dylan asked.

"It was on while you were still sleeping... Does he look like him?"

"Ummm... yes... but it's just a coincidence. If people ask about what you're wearing, just tell them that we're going to a costume party."

"Oh, okay."

Dylan hailed a cab and the two of them hopped in.

"This is a..." Peach started.

"Taxi," Dylan finished.

"What's a taxi?" she asked. 

"It's a car that takes you from one place to another for a price. It's very convenient if the place you want to get to is far away," Dylan explained.

"Oh," Peach nodded. "What's a car?"

Dylan sighed, "What you would call a spaceship that can't fly. You've probably been seeing them the whole time you've been here, but thought they were spaceships that were just not flying at the moment."

"So... none of those were spaceships."

"No."

"Weird."

"Where are we?" Peach asked as they got out of the taxi.

Dylan looked at where they were, "This is what we call a trailer park."

"Like a zoo?"

"No, not like a zoo. They are houses, but smaller. It really doesn't matter, Peach. Can you please stop being curious for two seconds?" Dylan mumbled.

Peach looked at all of the trailers with wide eyes as if they were undiscovered gems.

"Which one does he live in?" she asked.

"The one over there," Dylan pointed to a brown one.

As they got closer, they realized it was rather cluttered with unnecessary items and a "no fishing" sign. Peach looked from side to side.

"I don't see any water, where are the fish?" she asked.

"Nowhere... he's a little... odd," Dylan said as he knocked on the door and waiting for Doc Brown to answer.

Peach eyed the sign and still looked for any sign of water.

 An old man exited and shook Dylan's hand with a slight hint of hesitation.

"Hey, Dylan, how's it goin?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"Pretty... good," Dylan grasped for words.

"Come inside?" he asked.

Dylan looked at Peach and she nodded.

They walked inside and Doc looked at Peach, "This isn't a costume, is it?"

"I'm a catonsian," Peach said proudly. 

"An alien to us," Doc eyed her and grinned, "This is very big, Dylan. How did you find her?"

"Um... she... found me," he mumbled.

Peach giggled, "I found him in the library and he fainted. I took him to my spaceship and then he woke up... He didn't want to help me at first and I've been living with him for a few days."

"You're spaceship?" Doc asked. "Mind if I look at it?"

"Actually, Doc, that's why we're here... Can I have a word with you outside? Peach, no offense, but I would like to talk to him alone," Dylan said.

"No problem," Peach smiled innocently.

"How's your ol' man?" Doc asked as soon as they were outside. "I haven't seen him in years."

Dylan's eyes shifted from side to side, "Yeah... neither have I."

"Oh, sorry, I just thought..."

"No, It's okay," Dylan interrupted. "But, if you don't mind, I came here to talk about Peach."

"Peach?"

"That's my nickname for her because I can't pronounce her alien name... But her name means Peach anyways, so, you know, it's still basically the same..." Dylan blabbered.

"Oh, right."

He took in a breath and hoped everything would go smoothly, "She crashed her ship on the beach when she was trying to run away from her home planet. It's a sin to run away... and now, the hounds, another alien, are to come and take her home to punish her. I don't want her to get hurt."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Doc Brown asked seriously. "I don't see where I come in..."

"I want you to try and fix the spaceship."

Doc sighed, "Dylan, I have never encountered such a thing. I don't think I could. The biggest engine I have ever fixed  was on a lawn mower."

"It's not just the engines that needs fixing..." Dylan pulled out a list from his pants pocket, "She wrote down everything that was wrong with the ship..."

Doc looked at the list, "'Both engines are down, completely out of fuel, emergency battery dead, motherboard fried, all the main controls were stuck, and the ship was on fire'..." he read. He looked up at Dylan, "Was?"

"Yeah, it was when she crashed it..."

"Dylan, I can't do this."

"Doc... Please, I know I've only known Peach for a few days, but I really..."

"Care about her?"

Dylan was silent. He looked at his feet and at his hands. He gazed up at the Doc and blushed.

"Ah, young love," he smiled. "Just cuz you feel that way, I'll tell you what. I'll look at the ship. Peach is charming and she doesn't deserve to be taken back yet. She deserves to have a life of her own... And if I get this ship going... Do you know what that means?"

"She'll have to leave..." Dylan looked at the ground sadly.

"Yes... but, Dylan," Doc looked at him seriously, "You have to leave too."

 As Dylan watched Doc go back into the trailer, he couldn't help but think... Could I really just leave this place? Could I leave my home and work and just go with her? Can I do that?

Doc's words echoed in his head as he followed him.

 "Peach, I will attempt to fix your spaceship. I have no guarantees, but I will try," Doc said.

She smiled at him and reached into her pocket, "Here, take this," she said and pressed a small capsule into his hand. "This is my spaceship. Just break it in half, outside preferably, and my spaceship will grow to full capacity. It's big, though, so you might want to move to avoid being squished."


"Okay, please take care of Dylan for me," he smiled.


"I will. He doesn't even know how to make squares and he always loses the clicker," she beamed.


"Squares? Clicker?"


"Waffles... and remote..." Dylan mumbled. "Well... we'll be off. Please call us if you get anywhere on the spaceship."


"Will do, Dylan. Please, call me if you need anything. You don't need to be such a loner," he said. "And Dylan... think about what I said. She doesn't need to leave alone."

"Dylan, what did he mean by that?" Peach asked.

"Um... mean by what?" Dylan asked, playing dumb.

"Oh, you know, 'she doesn't have to be alone'?" Peach quoted in a gruff voice. "I don't understand what he means."

Dylan shrugged, "Oh... well... he means... ummm," Think, Dylan... Make something up fast! "You don't have to sleep alone. You should be allowed to sleep in my bed, too."

"You really mean it, Dylan?!" Peach squeaked. "I get to go to bed now?"

Oh crap! Now what have I done? I've sacrificed my big bed... "Yeah, I really mean it, you get to share the bed with me. He didn't think it was fair that you got that cramped little couch all to your lonesome."

"Oh this is so great!"

"Yeah..."

Dylan made a picture frame with his hands and squinted.

"There is something here... that does not belong. Can you tell me what it is, Peach?"

"You told me I could sleep here!"

"Yes... this is true," he laughed and put his arms down. "But, you are in my spot. Scoot over."

Peach shook her head, "This side of the bed seems quite lovely. I think I will sleep here tonight."

Dylan grumbled and sat on the edge of the bed, "Why do I have to sleep on this side? It's my bed. I am the one who bought this bed. I am the one who pays rent every month..."

"I can get a job."

"No offense, Peach, but I don't think you can get a job."

"I'll prove you wrong. I'll try doing that painty thing."

"Haha... that's... funny..." he laughed.

"What? All you have to do is put the brush to the paper, right?" she asked.

"No, it's harder than that," he said. "Why don't you try working at the grocery store?"

"Grocery store? Is that easy?"

"Yeah, I guess..." Dylan shrugged. "It's a start and, you'd be helping with the rent, if you really want to."

Peach nodded, "Yep! I wanna help for as long as I am here. Hopefully, the hound won't get me before then..."

"Peach, come here..."

"I won't let anything hurt you," Dylan whispered.

Peach snuggled up against him, "I believe you."

He gently pushed her down on the bed and looked into her eyes.

"Peach, I won't let any phone call ruin this moment. I have no deadlines, nowhere to go, nothing to do or see, no one to--"

"Dylan?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

Dylan laughed, "Okay."

When their lips finally touched, sparks flew. It was nothing like Peach nor Dylan had expected. Peach had never been kissed, so she didn't know what to expect. Dylan, well, he knew better. He had been kissed before, but it was nothing like this. His heart raced, his brow broke a sweat. But the whole time, he could only wonder one thing: Should I go with her when it's time to leave?

Contact: A Legacy 1.3

Contact: A Legacy 1.3 by Leah T

At nearly noon, Dylan exited the bedroom in his boxers to see Peach making... breakfast? She didn't turn around but greeted him.

"Good morning, sunshine! I'm making squares!" she said cheerfully.

"Squares?" he asked.

"Yeah, they are square puffy things. You can check the box," she pointed at the counter were the box sat opened.

Dylan glanced over, "You mean waffles?"

"They're squares."

"Okay..." he put up his hands in defense. "I didn't know you could cook."

"I can't," she smiled widely and shoved the waffles in the oven. She stood up, but still did not face him.

"Then why did you decided to try to cook today?" he asked curiously.

"I thought you might be hungry," she said hopefully, then glanced towards his direction. "I did it for you."

Dylan was silent. What could he say to that? He had been rude to her this whole time and she was attempting to do something she never had done before... just for him. 

"Uhhh..." She is really sweet, he thought to himself. And cute... say something charming. Or thank her. That could work, right? Better than what you normally say, Doofus. "Don't burn the place down."

Peach grinned, "Mmkay!"

Dylan turned around and sat at the table to wait for his breafast, Smooth...

Hmmmm,  Peach thought. Why is Dylan acting so weird? It was almost as if he was thinking before insulting me that time. Was he going to give me a compliment? Nah... Couldn't be. That wouldn't be Dylan. If he was nice to me, I would have thought a hound had taken control of him with one of their gadgets... Oh! The squares are done!

"Eat!" Peach squealed. "Eat the squares I have so delightfully made for you!"

Dylan looked down cautiously at the waffles. They looked good, but did she do anything to them? That alien might be sneaky. He wasn't sure he could trust her yet. He took a bite and let it sit on his tongue for a bit before chewing. His eyes lit up.

"This is surprisingly not bad."

"Is it good?" she asked, bending over the table.

"Yeah, it is," he nodded and continued to eat.

"Oh yay! I followed the instructions. I wish driving a spaceship had instructions. Maybe then I wouldn't be here... But if I wasn't here, then I wouldn't be... you know, here, with you," she smiled at him.

Dylan dropped his fork.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah... I'm fine..."

"Here, I'll get you a new one," she said and hopped out of her seat.

After breakfast, they sat down to watch TV. 

"I don't see how bunnies can get so big," Peach said narrowing her eyes. "It is just... weird."

"That is a guy in a costume," Dylan scoffed. "You don't have costumes on your planet?"

"That's like dress-up, right? I understand dress-up... Like girls dressing-up to be cute like me with the ears and tail. But I don't understand why a man would want to be in a bunny suit. That is not attractive."

Dylan sighed, "It's for children. They think it's funny."

"I do not."

"Then why are we watching this? Can we please change the channel?" Dylan begged. "We've been watching kids shows for hours."

"What would you like to watch?"

"Ummm... hand me the remote," Dylan instructed.

"The clicker?" Peach asked.

"It's called a remote."

"I call it the clicker."

"Whatever."

Dylan turned it over to a show a romantic comedy. He chuckled now and again. Peach was still a little cloudy about Earth humor, but it was slightly better than the kid's show.

"What are they doing?" she asked.

"Getting married," he answered slowly. "You don't do that?"

"No... why are they getting married?" 

Dylan swallowed nervously, "Because they love each other. When you love someone, you get married. It's just... something you do."

Peach looked up at him with her big orange-yellow eyes, "Are you married?"

"No..."

"Can you hold me?"

"What?!" Dylan's cheeks turned a firey red. "I'm not going to do that!"

"Please! I've never been cuddled before and... I've never had a friend. Friends cuddle and... you're my friend right?" she batted her eyelashes and whimpered. It killed him to see her hurt.

"Oh, alright," he sighed.

Peach faced forward and scooted under his arm. She felt so comfortable. She never wanted to leave. In fact, she almost forgot all about the broken spaceship sitting in the capsule in her old clothes. 

Dylan looked at her and thought, She isn't so bad to have around. He smiled, then turned back to their movie.

Peach looked at the movie curiously, then looked at Dylan, "What are they doing?"

"Um..." Dylan blushed, "kissing."

"What's kissing?"

"You've never kissed anyone?" Dylan asked, surprised.

"No. Am I supposed to?" Peach asked.

Dylan shrugged, "I don't know. It's just something people do when they like someone. They kiss. They do it to show affection."

"Oh..." Peach paused. "Do... friends kiss?"

Dylan started coughing.

"Are you okay? Did I ask the wrong thing?" she batted her eyelashes. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, do you... want... one?" Dylan asked shyly.

Peach perked up, "Yes!"

"Well, then... um, okay... I guess I can... um, give... you, um, one, I guess..." he said bashfully and leaned towards her.

Peach leaned forward to meet him halfway...

Am I really going to do this? Dylan thought. Just yesterday, I couldn't stand her. And now... I'm going to kiss her. Am I doing this just because she has never been kissed or because I want to?

Dylan's phone rang and he jumped up.

"Sorry, I have to get this. It's my boss," he said apologetically.

"Yeah, no problem," Peach said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "You take that and make money, you money maker, you!"

He laughed and answered his phone, "Hello?"

"Dylan! How's that painting coming along?" his boss, Colin asked.

"It's coming along great!" Dylan exclaimed, glancing at the blank canvas in the corner of the room. "I should be done within the next couple days."

"That's wonderful, Dylan, because the deadline for the painting has been pushed for tomorrow. I assume you can bring it in?" he asked.

"Uhhh..." Dylan ran nervous fingers through his hair. "Yeah! Of course. I can definitely make it."

His boss laughed, "I love how you never let me down. Be sure to bring it down town tomorrow by ten o'clock."

"Will do."

"Bye, Dylan."

"Bye."

After Dylan hung up the phone, he turned back to Peach and cowered. He started biting his nails and shuddered.

"I'm gonna get fired! I don't have anything for the assignment, Peach! What am I going to do? We're both going to get kicked out. I don't want you to have to go back to your planet, yet..." he whimpered.

"Calm, down, Dylan," Peach stood up.

"How about I help you?" Peach asked.

Dylan shook his head, "I work alone."

Peach put her hands on her dainty little hips, "I'm sorry, Dylan, but you can't be stubborn. In this case, you have to be open to suggestions. Your deadline has been moved to tomorrow and you have nothing done. Please, accept my help, you stubborn jackass."

Dylan's jaw dropped open, "Um... I didn't know you knew those words."

"Watching TV helps," she smiled.

He sighed, "Fine, you can help me, but I still don't think I will get anything done... all hope is lost."

"Are you sure going big is best?" Peach asked.

Dylan glanced back at her, "I always paint on big canvases, it's my style."

"You don't have enough time to paint on a big canvas. That's all I'm saying. If you go on a smaller canvas, you will have more time for detail, too. You could explore something else," Peach suggested.

"Silly little Grapefruit, I do not take suggestions from amateurs," he glared.

"This amateur happens to know something about cutting it close to deadlines. And my name is Peach," she growled.

"Sheesh, I thought you were a cat, not a dog," he grumbled, and switched the canvases to a smaller one.

Dylan worked and worked and worked on his painting with Peach coaching him. She instructed him to use more detail when there wasn't any or just cheered for him when he did something right. He never knew having a cheerleader when painting could do worlds for his self-esteem. He smiled to himself. After this, he was going to help her with whatever she needed... Unless it was that stupid space ship. Peach was never leaving his sight again. She was his friend and friends don't leave.

"Done!" Dylan announced.

"It's beautiful!" Peach beamed. "I'm so proud of you for being able to get it all done."

"Yeah, but I had to stay up all night..." Dylan yawned and stretched. "Thank you, for helping me. I couldn't have done it without you."

He turned around to face her.

"You want that kiss?" Dylan asked and brought her close.

Peach's heart skipped a beat as her arms wrapped around him.

Dylan's eyes caught the clock on the wall.

"Oh shoot! It's 9:30! I need to get dressed and run this painting down to my boss! I'm sorry Peach, but this kiss has got to wait until later!" Dylan zoomed past her and into the bedroom to get his clothes on.

Peach shook her head, "So close..."

"That stupid human didn't know what he was talking about. I don't see Mazyna here..." the hound muttered to himself. "He said a girl with ears was here... Oh, I see it now. Just a stupid painting. That's not what a meant! Stupid, stupid, human... He is also on my list now..."

Dylan whirred through the door and ran into Rovotz as he was talking to himself. He was, of course appalled that some human would do such a thing. Dylan stopped for a half step, but didn't have much time.

"Sorry!" he threw over his shoulder.

"You stupid human," he hissed.

Dylan's blood ran cold. Only one other person had called him a human before and that was Peach. This must be the hound... But Dylan couldn't let him know that he knew what he was.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. I must go," Dylan stammered and kept running. Oh no... He's here.  He took one look over his shoulder to commit his face to memory just in case he ever saw him again.

Dylan inwardly cowered. This was most definitely an alien. Why didn't he try to blend in? This hound was right... Humans were stupid. They must have thought he had some kind of mental disease or something and his eyes were contacts. Dylan shivered and turned away. The hounds image was now burned into his memory, but this would not distract him from getting his painting to his boss on time.