"You wanna get into a television set?" Miranda's jaw dropped. "You gotta be fucking kidding me." She huffed, shaking her head at this character of a man. Was he intentionally doing this or what? "I need to get in there." He repeated and stood up again, leaving the fireplace and leaping forward to her. "Bullshit!" She huffed. "If truly you're an 'alien' as you claim to be, show me that superpower of yours. I wanna see." She smiled smugly. She had finally gotten him and there was no way he could keep lying. She folded her arms under her breast and stared at him with a smirk. "Alright." He stood to his feet and her smile faded off. "What?" "I'll show you." He shrugged. † † † What happens when a celestial being finds himself on earth and in the house of a pretty detective after fleeing from his land? He is not human but he loves humans. He is the only one that can save his city from ruin but he had long been abandoned and forgotten to want to help. Only one can make him see reasons to help. That one is unknown to all. Could it be the princess whom he had always loved? Or the human who took care of him?

What if the man you want is someone else's? What if the Lady you're competing with is higher than you in all ramifications: education, affluence, age, and class? What if you're not ready to give him up just like she isn't ready too? This is Obioma's dilemma.