For what its worth, Phil was a good looking guy, he'd spent most of his day punching keys at the office. He walked into his regular diner around 7pm, Angela smiled as him as she does to every customer that walks in though some how he suspected his smile was something a bit more special. Three days ago, she slipped her number into his bill, he'd been reluctant to call her.
Phil had his usual like every other day, sat there watching the screen as Fox Sports reviewed the NBA season, talk about Le Bron and Curry, "blah blah blah" he muted to himself as he suddenly felt a headache accompanied by a high pitched tone. Sprawled over and clutching the sides of his head, he winced loudly as Angela ran up to him. He could hear distant sounds glaringly and coughed up green goo that was unknown to him or anyone else. After five minutes of excruciating pain, Phil managed to get himself together, the paramedics had just arrived and got him into the van, on his way to the Hospital, Phil laid in the stretcher more ponderous than in physical discomfort.
His true being was manifesting and the faux body created on his home planet Zelphion in the Berdimga Universe was expiring. Phil would retain all his human memories and in time gain his extraterrestial memories and perform his original task: to scout the earth and learn about its inhabitants.