Second in command
All I remember is staring across the room to all the faces staring at me.
Someone had just helped me get off the ground, and somebody else asked me if I were OK.
I replied with “I guess” and I asked where we were.
For some reason, they became appaled, as if I were supposed to know, but I didn’t, I just didn’t.
And that’s when I heard this peculiar, strong and unsettling voice behind me: “You asked for proof of our power, here you have it.”
And then pretty much everyone took a step back.
I looked around and saw this abysmal figure…
Tall, lean, with a long face… That thing wasn’t human… It looked human, but it wasn’t… It couldn’t be, right?
And then…
Then it looked around the room and asked if we were ready to negotiate now…
Two men helped me out of the room, but I remember seeing someone reluctantly stepping forward to talk to that thing.
Almost everything else is a blur.
I don’t remember anything prior to that room.
I don’t know how I got there, who those people were… I don’t even remember my childhood… I don’t know who I am… I even have trouble remembering new things…
The only thing that really stuck — but surely it can’t be true — was one of the two men carrying me saying: “Don’t worry, sir… We’ll take care of you, mister President…”
