"Good morning," he said, charmingly, and reached back to a nearby shelf to hand me a bagel and a little container of Odwalla orange juice.
I was too stunned to react. I started eating the bagel. Yum, bagel.
"I'm sorry to burst into your home with an axe, but I needed to tell someone," said the stranger. He hadn't shaved in about a week. "There were originally plans for a fifth season, wedged between Spring and Summer. I can't describe what the weather would be like during that period, though; the season was cancelled, and there's no words to describe the kind of xenometeorology I'm thinking about. It would have been sort of a... well, okay, the cold fronts would have... Look, I don't know how to put this, but it would have been nice. Well, nice isn't quite the word. More of..."
I interrupted him, "Maybe you should think the words through before breaking into people's homes, then."
He nodded, embarassed. "Yeah, I guess so. Listen, ah, sorry to wake you. Please, keep the bagel and juice. Bye."
He left and I went back to sleep.