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“New York,” I said. “I was heading home in a minivan from a place called Party Central. We were out celebrating my friend Hazel getting married soon. We were attacked by this bright white light and the next thing I know… I woke up here.”
“New York?” the figure said. “Which planet is that?”
I was about to give her my address—I didn’t expect her to say the word “planet.” It drew me up short. I paused and looked at the figure standing over me. I must have misheard her.
“Say that again,” I said.
“Which planet are you from?” she said.
I looked between the two figures, looking for any sign that this was a joke. I couldn’t see their faces through the visors so there was no way I could know that.
But I had the distinct feeling they weren’t joking.
They were genuinely asking which planet I came from.
I tugged the blanket closer around my shoulders.
“I want to speak to someone in charge,” I said.
“I’m afraid Shrisa is busy at the moment,” the figure said. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Yes. Check yourself into the nearest mental hospital, wacko.
“I want to speak with a police officer,” I said.
The figures exchanged another look.
“What’s there to consider?” I said. “I woke up in this strange room with a couple of women wearing Hazmat suits. I saw Chernobyl. I know my rights. If there’s been some sort of disaster on the east coast, I had nothing to do with it.”
Nothing else made sense. Why else would they be wearing clothes like this?
“Her heart rate is elevating,” the second figure said.
“No shit, Sherlock,” I said.
I got to my feet. I was going to go full King Kong on their asses if they didn’t let me talk to someone soon.
“Let me out of here!” I said. “Let me out now!”
“Please stay calm,” the first figure said. “We’re wearing these clothes to protect us from any contamination.”
“From what?” I said.
“From you.”
Wait, what?
The figure reached for her hood. For the first time since I awoke in this looney bin, I wasn’t sure I wanted her to take it off.
Her ears had been restrained by her helmet and bounced when she removed it. She wore a friendly smile.
But that wasn’t what caught my attention.
It was her green skin.
Her friend had skin the color of magma.
“My name’s Okhet,” the green one said. “It’s nice to meet you, Vicky.”
