July 27 - New Home

When he woke up there was a woman in his place who hadn't been there the night before.
"Hello?" he offered as his eyes adjusted to the lights.
Her arms were folded across her chest, and her eyes darted around his place as she backed away from him.
"Do you speak English?"
She didn't respond. She just looked at the glass walls of her new surroundings.
"Hungry?" He made a bowl with one hand and mimed eating with the other.
No response.
"Hello? Hungry?" He grabbed two cups and turned the nozzle of a stainless steel cistern on the wall, filling them with something that looked like tapioca pudding.
He approached her cautiously and put one of the cups a few feet in front of her, his paper gown rustling as he stood up again.
She eyed it dubiously.
"It's OK," he said, taking a drink from his and exaggerating how much he liked it. "Mmm."
She picked up her cup and sniffed its contents. Then she dipped a finger into it, sniffed again, and licked her finger clean, drying it afterwards on her paper gown.
"See?" he said. "Not so bad."
She gulped the pudding down and ran her fingers around the inside of the cup and slurped the leftovers off her fingers.
"Don't worry," he said handing her his cup. "We've got plenty."
He refilled her cup and she emptied it again four times.
For the next several minutes he tried to get her to talk, but failed. Then he showed her around his place, the large glass enclosed room where he lived, apologizing for the primitive toilet that sat out in plain view in the corner. He played his piano for her, demonstrated how to use the treadmill, put on a juggling show, and gave her a few more cups of pudding, which she wolfed down as quickly as possibly, as if she was afraid he might change his mind and take it away.
"Look," he said, as he sat on a corner of his bed. "I know you probably can't understand me, but hopefully we'll figure out some way to communicate because I think I can guess why she put you in here." He kicked at the floor to indicate what he meant by 'here'.
"I'm thinking we're probably meant to breed."
She didn't respond in any way, and he decided against miming what he meant.
They sat in silence for several minutes, and several times he was about to get up and go sit next to her. Finally, he got up to refill her cup again instead.
On his way over, the ceiling opened up and they both looked up reflexively. A gigantic scaly hand descended from the sky. It was huge. Big enough to block out the lights. Big enough to pick both of them up like action figures. The woman screamed and cowered in the corner as the hand set a tiny nightgown on the bed.
The men yelled over at her that it was all right, but she couldn't hear him through her screams. The hand gently picked her up and delicately tore off her paper gown before setting her on the bed and nudging her toward the nightgown. White as a sheet, she clutched it to her body as the hand disappeared through the sky and replaced the ceiling.
Once the hand was gone, the man ran over to the bed and wrapped a blanket around her. He knew she couldn't understand him, but he held her and told her again and again that everything would be OK.