"Ah, Kaj you're home," his uncle said. "So, did you help that old man out?" Kaj remained silent. His uncle got up from the table and walked over to him. Kaj just stood by the window next to the front door, looking over the village. His uncle came up behind him and placed his hand on Kaj's shoulder. "Kaj, what's wrong?" He looked over at his uncle. "Why us?" he asked. "Why did they have to choose our planet? Those things have been here for fifteen years now uncle! Fifteen years!" "I know, Kaj, I know," his uncle said as he fixed the glasses on his face, patting him on the back. He glanced over at the radio as the announcer's voice got excited then quickly looked back at Kaj. "Come, I'll get you some dinner." Kaj nodded and walked over to the small wooden table by the radio and sat down. His uncle went into the kitchen to get Kaj's food. As Kaj sat down, he let out a long sigh. He closed his eyes and imagined how his life would have been if the Oce never attacked.
