Aliens will land on the White House lawn first.
There’s one living there.
Aliens on the white house lawn? The craft lands. Obama looks out the window of the oval office. tears in his eyes. He recognizes the markings on the craft. Alpha Centauri B. A familiar figure disembarks. The secret service escorts him. Obama runs to the entrance. He embraces the withered being. “Papa!”, he exclaims.