He had the look of an Anthean, and quite possibly also the size. So it was an easy assumption to make. Especially here.

As familiar as Tom was with picking up his son, this stranger wasn’t all that different. He only had about ten pounds or so on Ziggy, and was mostly limbs. He had the body temperature of a human, though. His skin wasn’t anywhere near that cold to the touch.

When Tom got his hands under him, though, he groaned in his sleep. “…nmm… Jay… five more min… pl…z…”