There appears, quite unaccountably, a young man with a head injury.
No one sees him clearly enough that they're sure he saw him appear, as opposed to falling. Though it's not quite obvious from where he fell.
A plump balding middle-aged man in a tailcoat is the first to do something. - well, a couple of other people pulled out their phones and are presumably calling emergency services, but the first person to do something which isn't that.
"Young man," he says, "Is that the sort of injury that you're going to want medical treatment for?"
"I assume but am not confident that someone is calling medical assistance for this young man!" he says loudly to the passersby.
"I'm calling, I'm calling," says a woman. " - yes, it's a medical emergency. A man looks to have a head injury. I don't know. Yes, he's talking. No, he hasn't stood up." And to Kyeo, "What's your name?"
When he wakes up it's in a perfectly nice hospital bed in a bland beige room with framed nature photography where one might wish there were windows. There are machines attached to him. They are beeping softly. In the corner of the room, on a barstool, is a different woman in medical scrubs. "Oh," she says, "I was hoping you'd sleep until I was done with my charting. How are you feeling?"
"You have a cracked skull and a subdural hematoma," says Dr. Brisket, "It seems to me that you might have quite a lot of memory loss, because you were found on the streets of Denver, and there aren't any ships in Denver, or particularly near it. And it seems to me that your injury likely was not suffered on the ship, because it's quite fresh. In light of all that I'm obliged to call the police, and let them know to investigate whether you were hit over the head with a blunt object as a deliberate assault. They're a lazy bunch down at our precinct station, but they'll be here in a couple of hours, and by then my shift will be over. I'm going to tell the nurse to give you more pain medication, but not enough you fall asleep, because then the cops will chew me out for wasting their time."
The doctor goes. The nurse comes back, and adjusts his machines, and tells him she's giving him pain meds. "And if you're still in pain, the doctor's orders say I can give you more once the police have come. But don't count on them showing up any time soon, because they'll probably be a couple of hours."
The factory foreman has a four-bedroom unit in a duplex with a shared driveway; when he gets home there's a car parked in it, and he knocks on the neighbor's door to demand they move it. This descends into a shouting match about whose fault it is that the dogs got out of the backyard.
He remembers Kyeo a couple minutes later. "Kid! Lemme show you the guest room. I'm not sure there are sheets on the bed, and I feel like you're constantly judging us, but whatever, good deed's a good deed."
The guest room has a queen bed that's indeed presently sheetless, and a closet full of ski gear.
His host finds him at it a while later. He has a beer can in one hand and a woman behind him in a bright pink sundress, with a fairly horrendous tan. "This is Cherry. Cherry, this is Kyeo, he's crashing in the guest room until he gets his first paycheck. He's from Ibyabek, he's used to working on spaceships."
"Huh," Cherry says. "Well I wouldn't have guessed it'd take a spaceship engineer to fix the dryer."
"I coulda fixed it, I'd just rather not."
He is positive he has never heard his parents do that but he is the youngest child in the family, maybe it's normal in households that are younger. He'll keep himself occupied by cleaning up the burger wrappers and washing the ice cream bowls and getting the sheets moved along through the laundry process and onto the bed.
His hosts - the mechanic turns out to be named Mateo - spend the weekend hanging out on the couch watching more sports, except for a brief interval where Mateo mows the lawn and a trip to Safeway for more groceries.
"The fact that you cleaned up the kitchen made me glad Mateo brought you home," Cherry tells him. "I doubt I'll be counting the days until you leave. As a friendly gesture I bought more of the ice cream since you seemed to like it. It wasn't even on sale."
She makes a slightly puzzled face but smiles at him, and then settles back in to watch the game.
Dove Deodorant.
We're carving out a marketing niche where we don't add fragrances or dyes. Some people actually find them unpleasant and some others associate their absence with the natural world, even though obviously in the natural world you just wouldn't wear deodorant. We haven't been able to discern any differences between how our deodorant works and how well our competitors' works except with a lot of p-hacking.
The tools are all unfamiliar, but mostly of pretty high quality, despite Mateo's claim that most employees bring their own rather than use lower-quality shared shop tools. Mateo's a perfectly competent teacher - he doesn't leave anything out, and he does seem to know how everything works.
Everyone is incredibly impressed that Kyeo worked on spaceships.
"The food here is better - I think a lot of plants don't grow that well on Ibyabek compared to Earth, it's an unusually hot climate and has some native flora, so yours will still be better after you stop having to threaten people with taking it away. We have holidays on the anniversaries of important events, like the Revolution or the Glorious Leader's birthday... I used to sing but can't any more, it's a medical side effect, there are also movies and books and plenty of sports..." He can explain some sport rules, and also explain about how computers are better and how spaceships work (at least from an occupant's perspective, he doesn't know the physics).