I never meant to send that invitation to the entire galaxy. One click, and suddenly I’m a fugitive. My name is Oh. I’m a Boov—blue, big-eyed, and apparently, the worst at following rules. We relocated humanity to make room for ourselves, all in the name of peace. But now the Gorg are coming, and everyone blames me.

I just wanted a friend. Instead, I found Tip—a fierce, sarcastic human girl with a mission. Her mom’s gone, taken during the relocation, and she won’t stop until she finds her. I promised to help, even though all I really wanted was to hide in Antarctica, where no Boov would find me.

Now we’re flying over Paris in a rebuilt hover car, breaking into Boov Command. I can cancel the message before it reaches the Gorg. But Smek’s waiting. And if we fail, Earth becomes a battlefield.

Tip grips the controls, eyes locked ahead. 'We’re not losing now,' she says. 'You’re stuck with me, Oh.'

The Eiffel Tower looms. The antenna pulses. One chance to fix everything.

What do we do?