Silence had fallen upon the room the same way a smiths hammer fell upon an anvil, hard and without mercy. It spread across the room but their expressions did not change. They eagerly awaited Bryans answer. To sit or not to sit, that was the question.

Everything that he had been taught at school, all those shows that he had watched as a kid, the stories his grandparents used to tell him, the stories they made up as kids. It finally made sense, either all of it was real or nothing was. Bryan finally had an answer.

His eyes were fixated upon an unknown being that sat at the head of the table, his mouth open wide.

"Well, what'll it be mate? We haven't got a whole night, matter fact, we've only got two more hours left with our buddy here. So decide now, are you going to take a seat or is Krylgos going to have to wipe your memory?" One of his housemates broke the silence. It was none other than Mortimer.

What he had just heard added fear to the already bad situation. Bryan did not want to loose his memory but he did not want to talk with that being either. Faced with such a dilemma, he decided to cave in and take a seat. Bryan slowly approached the table all the while his housemates and the unknown guest were watching him which in turn made the situation even weirder.

As he sat down, Mortimer slapped his shoulder in approval. "Wise choice! You're not going to believe what types of things you can hear from Krylgos, but for now I advise you to keep silent. He was in the middle of a story." Then Mortimer turned towards Krylgos and nodded while showing him some kind of hand sign.

Bryan had no idea what that was supposed to mean but he went on with it. Just for the alien to point something at him and make him loose consciousness. He sprang up from the chair and inhaled erratically. Everything was the way he remembered it, Mortimer to his left, Eve to his right, and at the head of the table, an alien called Krylgos.