John woke up in the middle of the sidewalk, right where he fell before he went to the planet. His dog could be seen in the distance, comming back. The world was the same as it has been before he left. It could have all been a dream, exept for the fact that he had bite marks on his arm from when the fish escaped the bullet before he crashed.
He was glad to see Chichi. He took him, and walked home. He took a nap on the couch. He was awakened when his wife got home. She asked "How was your day?"
John replied with a simple "same as always.", he lied.
She asked him where he got the marks on his arm. He lied again saying it was a minor work accident.
John went to work as usual, walked everyday as usual, and went home as usual. But for John, life will never be the same. For one thing, he made his company produce the spaceship he had made. And for another, he knows something no other living human knows about. About living creatures that physicaly effect humans, by compleating their lives.
Everyday, for the next few months, John saw a missing ad on TV, and on signs all over town, for the one other human, that set foot on that alien soil.