The meeting with Eldreth Jones, who claimed to be from a ‘galaxy far, far away,’ had struck her funny bone. She’d soon need a shingle that said, ‘Jane Marlowe – Pro Bono Attorney to the Universe; Returnees and Aliens from All Galaxies Welcome.’ She’d just made a man from scratch with documents for her last client, Clyde Piggott, who appeared from nowhere, wearing Nineteenth Century clothes, claiming he’d been kidnapped in 1897 by beings in a UFO and experimented on, because he couldn’t be found in any database, and thus, didn’t exist. Eldreth Jones claimed to have hitch hiked back to Earth, where he’d made his own man from scratch and blended his essence with it in a lab in ancient Egypt, on the same spaceship as Clyde. She usually liked referrals, but she could have done without this one.