One Last Time

The shock was overwhelming, as well as the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins like a lethal poison. He had actually done it. He had actually escaped! Having been at the base, Area 51 for so long, not knowing the actual truth behind why they were keeping him there, the humans' actual plans, he had studied the humans that were there, and he studied the base itself and it's surroundings when the humans had taken him on a supposed 'tour'. He remembered -gripping the steering wheel more tightly than moments before- thinking to himself that it would be difficult for anyone to escape if they tried. The security there was like an eagle of the forest; Awake 24/7, eyes always open, guards everywhere at every time. The thought of escape then wasn't necessarily on his mind, even when he was taken from the house of the little girl who saved him, Tara.

Every other wandering thought, of his escape, his sixty-year-long memory of his stay at the base, even the crash itself, was cut short when his rescuer's name came to mind.

"Tara.."

The words slipped from his mouth without even thinking of speaking. Like water dripping from the mouth after a nice long gulp of a nice cold glass, her name brought back more memories of the rescue rather than his 'stay' at the base. That strange human child who had the guts to save him from the wreck when he crashed his ship, even after he had crushed her dog, Paul. That was the name he had everyone call him for the past sixty years. The nickname little Tara gave to him after she had helped him from the wreck. Paul. Every time, and anytime, even after sixty years, sixty goddamn years, whenever he heard his nickname being spoken, by anyone at the base, he thought of Tara.

Always.

He owed her his life, because she had saved his, and he wonder briefly -letting his attention slip away from the task at hand, driving the car he had stolen down the dark highway- how Tara was doing. Sure, he would wonder that from time to time in the last sixty years, but now that he actually left the base, he hoped maybe, maybe he could see her. One last time.

As he let his thoughts of Tara wander through his mind, like an endless road, he briefly caught, out of the corner of his eye, a large trailer home as he drove past it. He didn't worry if they could see him through the windows at this point. He couldn't give a damn.

Instead, he went back to remembering Tara. He wondered about how old she was now, if she was married or had children, if she lived alone or if she brought a new dog, and he especially wondered, if she remembered him. He hoped so. He could remember her face so well, and again was left to endlessly wonder about her life after he had briefly entered it. He had came and then had gone, and now he would come back to see her before he would forever be gone for good.

Paul smiled softly to himself, and at that moment, before he could even looked up, before he could get himself to serve the car back onto the road, he lost control of the car.

And this time, Tara wouldn't be there to help him.

A/N: Just a little one-shot I wrote for one of my favorite movies, "Paul"! :D I fucking LOVE the movie! I love Paul! :) He's so cute and nearly every line in the movie had me doubling over in laughter.

I hope I did good with this.