He returned almost immediately and when he opened the door he was alien again. "We will walk to the orphanage," he said.
She got out, glad for the fresh air. "Where did you go?"
"You do not need to know."
The orphanage was at the edge of the town. The big old house that must have been built in the previous century was painted a bright yellow with a purple roof and a big garden with big trees. She'd never seen so many trees in one place. Come to think of it, when they flew over it, she'd noticed the whole town had an unusual number of trees, and that was unheard of. On the lawn of the orphanage, children of all sizes ran around, stood talking, and some sat under the beautiful big trees reading. If anyone had asked her, she would've said that orphans would wear old clothes and look thin and underfed. These children all had new quality clothes. Synthesized? None of them looked underfed.
"I can't believe how many trees there are."