Conditional Reality

The alien’s spaceship crashed into Cactus Bitpart’s garden. Cactus came out of her trailer to survey the damage. I’m so sorry about this, said the alien, but I will fix it, don’t worry. Cactus offered the alien a place in the back of her trailer to spend the night. Around two a.m. the alien got up and shuffled into the kitchen for a glass of water. While you’re there, said Cactus, get me one too. The alien brought Cactus an empty glass. She rolled her eyes. With water in it, she said. Geez. It’s no wonder you crashed your spaceship.