Mark relaxed a bit now in her house. Zara seemed to be taking it slow and was being very considerate to the rest of them in their linked sensation. Still when Zara held hands with this unknown person, it was like time stopped for them all and- well it felt like they would be keeping contact forever. But finally, they had simply sat down (At least she assumed it was Zara, but it could easily have been the same for any of the others) And decided to eat.. spaghetti?
Mark actually liked spaghetti, and the sensation of eating was making her think of eating herself. She went to the kitchen and had a look around, and decided to make herself a little sandwich. She started to pour a little ketchup for herself but wasn't very used to these weird clothes Zara had put on them- and some of the ketchup ended up on her blouse. She looked down at the stain with embarrassment, but that was nothing compared to the embarrassment she was feeling from Zara.
"I- I'm sorry," She said quickly to herself. She really was sorry. She didn't want to upset Zara. She quickly ran to the bathroom to try and clean it off. She hoped her sister's date was still going okay.
Anneza glanced at the door as a person came in. She recognised the footsteps as belonging to her father. She was dreading this. It wasn't that she had a 'bad' relationship with him exactly, but sometimes it was a little difficult to understand the other. Her father worked as a man content with what he had- when he could have had more. In some way Anneza felt it was a betrayal to their family when they could be doing so much better- have more then this. She had to do all the work to rise them out from mediocrity.
Her father looked at her with a surreal strange curiosity. "Hello... Andrew?" the elderly man tilted his head. "My God... what happened to you?" There was cautious pity in his voice.
Anneza floated to a 'sitting' position smoothing her low cut dress, though glancing down she knew she was quite a few feet above the sofa. She glanced back to her father in sheer embarrassment as she stretched her legs to look more like she was standing, but the effect was akin to a nervous person not sure what to do with ones hands- only this was with her feet. She idly tried to look as 'dignified' as she possibly could, but she felt so small- so very tiny to her elderly father even if she could float above him.
Anezza's father reached out and touched the girl on her arm, the touch was like a gentle push disturbing the curious equilibrium she floated in. Anneza shifted her body a little to correct it, and her father's eyes wondered over her with more curiosity at the motion displayed. "You poor child," he said sadly.
The space girl of course, couldn't understand a thing her father was saying. So no difference there really right? But this was different. Anneza had no idea how to react to anything said and his tone was not giving out anything. His voice seemed not condescending, but... he had to be a little, right? She felt herself automatically folding her arms, going towards what usually happened in the 'middle' of their arguments- she just wanted this to fast forward to the end- but it didn't.
"Your mother said you are staying with us until you get back on your feet- er-" Not the best choice of words he realised.
Anneza just stared blankly as if trying to read his lips.
"I saw you on the news..." he continued. "Not your finest hour son- Andrew-" What was he supposed to call her? Well... she was his son, no matter what. He glanced at the box of various items and smiled a little as he saw the picture of his son and wife, together as a family. It was a long time ago but still a joy to recall. "Can you... understand anything I say son?" He asked sympathetically.
Anneza looked down quietly. What was he saying? Maybe vindicating that he was right all along?
The elderly man shook his head. He had heard of some really strange things with the sunlight, but the fate to have befallen his son was probably the strangest he had ever heard. The girl didn't seem to have much of a wardrobe either and she was so petite. It was a good thing that his wife had phoned ahead and he managed to acquire a few basic articles of clothing.
"I got you some of these clothes," he said. "Your mother gave me a very vague idea of your size, so they might be a little large. But better then nothing right?"
Anneza sighed looking at the clothes. A complete waste of time. They had no way to know she could only wear such things for a short duration before almost suffocating at their weight. Still she had become better at floating... maybe it would be worth experimenting and trying again? They seemed to want to help her... and the space girl didn't want to turn them away.
