“What? W-why?” I had a bad feeling about where this was going.

“Your vessel, hasn’t the fuel it needs to make your return trip.”

“What?” I said repeating myself “how can you tell?”

“Our minds can see much more than yours can.” his head shifted slightly upwards, “Your trip through our upper atmosphre punctured one of you fuel compartments, I can sense the debris of you fuel in the air.”

By the time he had finished the sentance I was already at the back of my ship inspecting the gash, oddly, even though he stay still his voice hadn’t gotten any further away.

“It’s the telepathy.” he said matter of factly, Iooked up expecting to see him peering over my shoulder, however he had stay towards the front of the ship.

“How the hell am I going to get back.” I sounded like I was crying. He must’ve though I was so pathetic.

“Not at all, Neil. I can understand your desperation.”