The clouds were drifting by and the wind lightly touched the trees so the twigs started swaying rhythmically. The freezing cold temperature had come unexpectedly. A loud bang out in the streets scared the young woman and she looked up from her book. Snowflakes were falling down as if nothing in the world had ever changed and there wasn't any other sound than the wind howling through the trees.

"What in the.." She said to herself, while standing up and walking towards her balcony to look down, trying to find out what the bang had caused. She opened the doors and stepped out into the cold. She wrapped her cardigan tighter around her body and leaned over the edge. Everything looked ordinary, from the trash cans on the other side of the street, the lonely bikes with flat tires, the man figure lying on the ground, the old cars. Wait, that man figure. That's not right.

"Hello?!" She cried out, but there was no movement. She hurried back inside and threw on some shoes and a coat and down she went, to the street. Four flights of stairs and by the time she had descended them, she was out of breath. She didn't hesitate and shot out the door, to help that poor man, who looked like he'd fallen over. These below zero temperatures could easily make these streets slippery like ice. "Hello?" she said again, this time softer as she was approaching the large and broad man. His black hair covered his face so she couldn't see if she maybe recognised him.

A groan came out of the man and he tried to move his body, but it looked like he had sprained, or even broken, some bones. The woman softly put her hand upon his shoulder, to make it known she was there, and the man jerked up. "Fuck's SAKE...!" he screamed, while grabbing his right arm, "Who are you?!"

The woman had backed up after the man's explosive movements, and was now regretting coming down a little. "I'm... I am Catherine.." she mumbled. She hadn't taken any time to take in the man's physique, but now she noticed his broadness was all muscle and his hair was... fantastic. "I'm Catherine, I live across. I heard a bang and saw you in the street. Did you fall?" She'd regained her confidence and her tongue. The man gave her a look of disdain. "You live in this forsaken place?" He stood up and brushed off some snow and dust, but he didn't move his left arm.

"Your eh-... your arm... is it alright?" Catherine asked. It looked like hell, all scratched up and bruised.

"Just leave it, and tell me where I am." The man sneered and started wrapping his scarf around his left arm. He looked a bit odd: torn clothes wrapped around his legs and torso, leathery shoes that you'd imagine people in the Middle Ages would've worn. A large scar decorated his face, from his forehead to his jaw. It made him look fit.

"Where you are? Well, you're in England, in a suburb of London. How'd you get here?"

-"Englon? What? Will you just tell me the name of your planet?" The man said like it was the most regularly asked question ever. Catherine was taken aback, of course.

"Planet? Planet Earth, but... Oh god, are you crazy?" Catherine's eyes grew twice in size and got ready to run back inside her cozy, warm apartment, where crazy people didn't exist. She'd run a nice bath for herself and play some tunes and forget about this entire event. Meanwhile, the man looked puzzled. "Earth? What coordinates? I must've strayed very far. What are Earth's whereabouts in the galaxy?"

This time it was Catherine's turn to look puzzled. This man really just asked her the planet's coordinates. Was it weird she didn't know? Was it weird she didn't even know the Earth had coordinates? God, what did she get herself into. "I have no idea, do you have a phone perhaps? I could look it up for you, I suppose.." she stuttered. All she got back was a pair of confused eyes, and with a sigh she waved for the man to follow her.

She was inviting the man into her apartment, and she did realise that he could potentially be a killer and these were maybe her last few minutes alive. Then again, this man looked so confused, it was almost impossible to imagine him doing something so cruel.

"Are you taking me to your leader? I demand seeing him." The man was out of breath, just like Catherine, while walking up the stairs.

"My.. leader? You mean the PM, who happens to be a woman? Ha! No, just taking you up to where I live. I can give you what you need, so you can go away." She said, pushing her door open and taking off her coat. The man barely fit through her door and once inside, he shivered. Catherine walked into her living room, grabbed her computer and switched it on.

"Are you cold?" She asked the man who was still shivering. He nodded lightly and set himself upon one of the chairs around the kitchen table. Catherine got up and fetched a blanket from her closet. She handed it to him and he wrapped it around himself. "You're welcome." She said.

She opened her browser and typed in: "earth's coordinates". There were few results, but one website gave the galactic coordinates. Catherine showed the man. He frowned. "I've drifted off too far then.." he softly mumbled.

"What's your name?" Catherine asked, "And where are you from?"

The man looked straight into her eyes and she felt naked. It felt as if he could see right through her, right inside her. A wind blew through her memories.

The man smiled. "I will tell you my name, but where I came from must remain a secret." He said, definitely not raising Catherine's interest in the man. She nodded and wondered where this man could be coming from. If he was actually from outer space. Wasn't it just too coincidental that he was, or at least looked, human? Considering the size of space, chances of another civilisation looking exactly like us humans were... slim.

"Kylo Ren." The name brought shivers to Catherine's spine. The name sounded like impending doom and like nothing good would come from it. "I insist you bring me a space ship so I can return to my home planet." He added, suddenly showing quite an arrogance. He stood up and pierced his eyes into Catherine's. She wasn't taking it.

"Insist? And if I won't, what will you do? Force me?"

This particular sentence triggered Kylo Ren into panic mode. Did she know him? Had she been lying to him?

He raised his hand in a choke-hold and half a meter away Catherine's body raised into the air while she was prying at her throat, trying to loosen herself from the invisible grip. It only took a few seconds and her body fell to the ground again. She rubbed her throat with her fingers.

"Fucking hell, what the fucking fuck? What the fuck was that?" She stammered. I should not have liked that so much, she thought to herself. The man, Kylo Ren, frowned a bit. Later on, she would learn he had been reading her mind all the time. "Listen up, I don't care what you're all on about. Planets and all, but if you're going to strangle me right here in my house, after I fucking give you help that you clearly need, then you'd better leave. I'm not about that shit." Catherine said and snatched the blanket Kylo Ren had been covered with.

"You now know my power, and it does not end there. There's so much I could do to you. You'd better start listening to me." Kylo Ren fired back. He needed to get back to his Finalizer, the battleship he had been travelling on. He tuned in on Catherine's train of thoughts. Why... WHY do I like this man so much... God... I've been pushed around all my life, how did this turn into my KINK. I hate myself.  Kylo Ren, embarrassed, stopped examining her thoughts. He needed a moment to readjust his mind. That was odd.