Blendo had given Mo good directions, and something called a cactus that Mo could eat on his journey. A cactus usually had prickly, sharp things that were dangerous, but Blendo was nice enough to remove them ahead of time. Mo was thankful, because he didn’t like the cactus, and it probably would have been worse with spikes in it. He ate half and tossed the other half somewhere in the desert, which was pretty much all around him. Only when he got closer to Dallas did the desert turn into something Mo recognized; a city. Cars. Roads. Buildings. It reminded him of LA and he found himself comforted by human stuff, which is something he didn’t think would happen after his first encounter with them.
At one point, Mo found a lonely human out on a walk, and decided to mimic them; they seemed as good as anybody. He was now a fully-camouflaged human again, one that he assumed would blend it pretty well. He was reminded of his boss, except this human was shorter, and had a hat. And something shiny on his jacket, like a badge or something. Mo liked it, so he kept it, and continued his way to Dallas.
There was an area in Dallas called Dealey Plaza that Blendo had told Mo about. The JFK person would be there today, so Mo followed signs and eventually found his way to a grassy hill area that looked cozy. He wandered around for a bit, trying to find signs or something to tell him where to go. He only saw other people, some carrying papers, some with a funny device in front of their face, but none with signs about JFK. He wandered around some more until he found someone that looks friendly, standing by a fence, watching the road.
“Hi,” Mo said.
The man jumped. “Geez, kid,” he said. “What do you want?” His attention immediately jumped back to the road.
“Is this where we can see JFK?” Mo asked.
The man laughed. “Sure is,” he said.
“Oh good! Do you know when he’ll be here?”
“Any minute now.” The man held up something that Mo didn’t recognize. It was like a telescope, at least, the one he used back at his home planet. The man even looked through it, like a telescope.
“Oooo, what are you looking at? A good meteor show?”
“Get out of here,” the man said without looking back.
Mo reached out for the telescope and bumped the man’s shoulder. A loud noise came out of the telescope, and the man jolted back. “Shit,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” Mo said. He rubbed his ears. The noise was super loud. He didn’t remember any telescope making a noise like that before. The man turned it to the road again, and it emitted another loud noise.
Mo shouted. “I think you need to get that checked.”
The man quickly disassembled it and put it in a bag.
“So I guess I can’t use it?” Mo asked. He moved backward to give the man some more space. “Hey, he said. About that JFK guy, do you know-”
The man grabbed the bag and ran off.
“Well that was rude,” Mo said aloud, to nobody. He watched the man disappear into the distance and then left to see if he could find someone else to talk to. He walked toward the road, where there seemed to be a lot of noise and chaos now. Mo didn’t remember that from before, but maybe he missed something. He walked up to a man and woman who were lying on the ground.
“Excuse me,” he said. “Have you seen JFK?” The woman started crying. The man yelled at him. Mo ran off, looking behind his shoulder to make sure the couple wasn’t going to follow him.
He found an elderly woman to ask. “Do you know how I can talk to JFK today?” He asked. She started sobbing, and Mo was chased away by someone standing next to her. Everyone else started leaving the area, and soon Mo found himself alone, next to the road. He dropped his hands to his waist and sighed.
“So much for that,” he said.