Apollo wanders the streets of this random town he landed in. He believes in fate, so of this is where he ended up, it must be for a reason. Its been a while since he has seen Earth and he notices the new technologies. He smiles at how slow they are compared to other races. Then he bumps into you and you spill you drink all over him. Is this a new form of greeting? He smiles at you. At last, I've found you.
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