Fired from her work and fatigued from her miserable commute, the very last thing Deana Jones demands when she gets home is to find an alien in her living room. But how else to explain the man who claims he is from beyond the stars? He says his name can be Lorgin which she is section of his celestial future. Deana feels his reasoning is definitely absurd, and she understands he’s making an error of cosmic proportions. But his touch is electric powered, and Deana begins to question if probably their interest isn’t created in the stars?