Ziggy was out with his mother, both in lovely, brightly colored summer dresses. Aletayria's to the ground and Ziggy's, as expected, scandalously short. It was cooling down as the day started toward evening. It was finally survivable for the Antheans who were unused to this much heat.

He was taking his mother to get coffee. Truthfully, he had been dragging the poor woman around to experience new things for days now. When he sees someone he recognizes he starts walking over. His mother is even taller and thinner than he is but the family resemblance is clear.

"Hey, Baltha...." Ziggy trails off when he sense the person is mostly different. He's run into a lot of strange things lately and stares for a moment while he tries to figure out what is going on.