Arizona was frustrated. Very, very frustrated. It was everything she could do to keep her head from
catching on fire again. Last time she had lost her cool (literally) she had almost singed the ceiling.
She groaned at the thought of having to explain the seared ceiling to the building manager. Potential
unnecessary human interaction was the only thing keeping her hair from bursting into flames.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like the humans. She'd crashed in the southwestern desert six months ago
after falling through a wormhole, and in that time she had learned of both humanity's relative stupidity and
kindness. Agent Henry, the government worker she reported to, was one of the best. She helped Arizona
pick a human name and made her macaroni and cheese when she was homesick. Most of the residents
of this town, though, were nosy at best and downright hostile at worst. It was a huge contrast with her
own planet, where everyone ignored strangers and rarely went outside.

The source of her frustration was the stupid cold box where she was supposed to keep her food.
It was not working and getting warmer by the minute. She had tried everything she could think of:
attempting to interface it with the command module she’d pulled from the wreckage of her spacecraft,
fishing a wire through the weird plastic pipes in the back, even unplugging it from the wall and plugging it
back in. That’s what Mr. Evans had done when her little wireless connection box had stopped working.
Mr. Evans! Maybe she could ask him.

She ran down the stairs to the lobby. “George Mendoza, where is Mr. Evans?”

George the doorman looked up from his newspaper. "Ah, hello, Arizona. Mr. Evans isn't here anymore."

Arizona frowned. "Where did he go?"

He smiled at her sadly. "He passed away this morning. Coco found him in the parking deck."

"That is very unfortunate. I am sorry." She paused for a second. George kept looking at her sadly. "Well,
goodbye, George Mendoza." He waved halfheartedly at her, but she was already gone.

Back at her apartment, Arizona's frustration had been partially replaced by sadness. She grumbled and
kicked the stupid cold box as she passed it. The machine clunked to life, stopping her in her tracks.
Earth was such a weird place. But maybe, just maybe, she could get used to it.