Max looked out the window. It had been a few weeks since the last encounter. He was beginning to wonder if they had given up. He looked back at the others, who at least looked asleep to him. He sighed and went back to looking out the window. He slowly faded into invisibility then. No one was to know they were there, and he was still thinking about that day. "Why....Something doesn't make sense....how are we the only ones of our kinds....whatever our kind is..." he said to himself, blankly unaware if someone was listening or not. but he didn't care if people knew his questions. He just wants answers. "Why would they want to kill us for being different anyways.....What is wrong with this world" he sighed.