Chronicles of the Chrome Visitor

Previously

…Gay clapped his hands together, a sound like tiny bells chiming. “Precisely! And you, my dear Barry,” he said, somehow knowing his name, “are my unwitting assistant in a most pressing matter. My ship, you see, requires… components. Earth components. And if you could perhaps explain to me the intricacies of your planet’s peculiar… infrastructure… that would be simply divine.” He then proceeded to launch into a series of elaborate hand gestures and light patterns, which Barry interpreted, with a growing sense of weary amusement, as a request for help fixing his spaceship. The journey to Oakhaven had just become significantly more interesting.