It was mercilessly cold, and the worst winter the town of Spoon had ever seen. It was also the worst place for your intergalactic craft to break down. Rixiac had never seen a planet with as bitter weather as this. Though unprepared, she was lucky enough to have the locals accept her, giving her a job at a local store. It was enough to live, though not enough for any vehicle. So Rixiac trudged along the icy highway to her shabby residence, her green head wrapped almost entirely in a scarf.

She was nearly home when she heard the wail. It was eardrum-shattering. And sounded like a child. Scanning the white landscape, Rixiac saw nothing for a moment. Then, as her eyes adjusted, she saw it. A flailing little ham-shaped thing in the distance.

Moving quickly, Rixiac picked the child up. Odd and distorted as it was, Rixiac felt strangely akin to it.

There were no cars in sight.

“Where do you come from…?” Rixiac murmured.

And thus began the sad tale of a stranded alien just trying to get a deformed baby home.