Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.

I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.

It was the price of survival. The cost of his people's last, desperate gamble: To rid his new home of humanity, he had to become human. And being human, he had to overcome his humanity.

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.

There's an old saying about truth setting you free. Don't buy it. Sometimes the truth slams the cell door shut and throws a thousand bolts.

Could there be irony crueler than this? How, upon his rescue, the truth had brought him here, to a house for the mad, for only a madman believes what every child knows to be true: There are monsters that lie in wait under our beds.

Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.