The sweet, cool air blew over the savanna, blowing through Monkey's fur. It had been three days since the star had fallen onto the plain, and the fires had receded enough that he could investigate. Monkey treaded carefully towards the star – he couldn't identify him, but the smells of burnt rubber and ceramic chafed his nostrils, singing away the hairs inside of them. All of his instincts told him to turn back, but instead monkey pressed on, finally reaching its core. An inhuman hand reached out of the crashed star, laying its hands upon monkey. Monkey looked up and smiled.