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The little rhesus monkey sifted through the ashtray that sat in it's cage. Having found a decent butt, he stuck it in his mouth and sauntered across the cage to the keyboard. On the keyboard were several representations of phonetic syllables and sounds, most of them unreadable to anyone except the researcher standing on the other side of the cage glass. The monkey scratched his furry, golden head and began to type. Dina stared through the glass at the text that began to appear on the screen.
"He's coming up with Hemingway this time, Professor," she said without turning. "Something about a fish..."
"Hmm, yes," Doc reached next to Dina and pressed a switch. A tiny door opened next to the keyboard. Without getting up, the monkey took the butt from his mouth and put the end in the door. A sour red glow issued from within and the monkey stuck the lit cigarette back in his mouth and continued to type.
"What's your opinion, Dina?" he asked. "When do you think he'll begin with the contemporary authors? Modern writers are fine, but when will the next leap forward occur?"
"Richard seems to be working chronologically, sir," she said, noting the small smoke rings wafting from the cage. "Unfortunately, I think he'll be dead by the time we get to Vonneagut."
"Too much stress?"
"Too many cigarettes," she corrected, looking up at her mentor. "Those things'll kill you..."
"Hey Doc," Walky called out as he and Joyce entered the lab. "Joyce and me need to ask you something."
"Professor Doc, we'd like to visit with Teri," Joyce began quickly.
Walky winced, wanting to come at the problem from a different angle. Like, behind really thick safety glass.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea," Doc turned to them and raised an eyebrow. "Not only are the two of you just recovering from injury at her hands, but the sedation was just given for tonight. She would still be dangerous for quite a while."
"She is getting better," Dina smiled at Walky. "Because of you two, we're able to out of her restraints at night. She's quite comfortable...For living in a cell..."
Walky could tell that Dina felt something at this, but that her conviction in her science would keep her from really helping Teri. Walky sighed. This might get rough and he didn't want to have to involve anyone.
"Professor, we are recovered," Joyce pointed out. "And there are two of us. We'll be on our guard. She only took advantage of us last time because she was under control-"
"And what makes you think that she's not under control now?" Doc folded his arms across his chest. "I know that you want to help Teri. That you feel...Guilty, for her current state. You shouldn't feel guilty. It wasn't anyone's fault."
"Doc," Walky began. "We can handle her if we know she's coming. Besides, you said she's already been given the sedatives..."
Walky could tell that Doc mulled over the sedative advantage in handling Teri. Doc huffed out and bent to a nearby drawer. He took out a square of black plastic all too familiar to Joyce. Doc handed the tranq gun to Walky.
"Take this in with you," Doc sighed. "And don't hesitate to use it."
Walky took it. Doc turned back to the rhesus monkey, who had begun to chain smoke. Walky turned to Joyce and shook his head. He wouldn't use it. He doubted he'd have the need. Walky stuck it in his pocket, though...Just in case...
Dina watched as the two of them headed toward the containment wards. Down the long, white hall was her room. Dina frowned slightly and looked back down at her notes. They were her friends and she wondered if they really knew how bad that person was.
Dina blushed and looked to her notes.
"It was his idea..."
"I see," Doc smirked at the monkey. "What happened when we tried Menthol last time?"
"That's right," he nodded. "Dina, break out the Nicoderm patches."
The soft flourescent light on the ceiling came to life. Not that the resident of the room cared much. Dark. Light. It wouldn't matter in another half an hour or so...A creak issued from the wall behind Teri. She distantly felt her head loll toward the sound. She squinted in pain as the light from the corridor beyond spilled into the small cell.
Walky, Teri thought, I know that name...
Pain flashed and Teri grabbed her head. The lullaby sang through her brain at terrible volumes. Teri tried to follow the words with her own, a counter of some sort that she'd remembered, but she couldn't hear herself above the song. She began to cry as the song finally settled back down again. Teri felt herself inside an embrace and wondered, as she was rocked back and forth, how her mother had made the bad people go-
Teri opened her eyes. Her mother was gone. A young woman, beautiful and troubled, rocked Teri back and forth, trying to calm Teri as best she could. This woman. Her name was Joyce. The lullaby threatened to rear itself in her skull again and Teri closed her eyes. It just felt so good to lay in Joyce's arms and hear her soft humming over Teri's head.
It was another voice. A man. Walkerton. Walky. So long as Teri concentrated on Joyce, the other song didn't come back. Teri opened her eyes and turned her head to Walky.
"...please..." she muttered. "Please don't leave me with them."
"We're here, Teri," Joyce hummed softly. Joyce turned to her boyfriend. "Walky, she's not a danger to anyone..."
Walky sighed out as he looked down at the pathetic woman Joyce cradled.
"Joyce, you heard Doc," Walky knelt to Teri. "And how do I know this isn't another trick? I ain't gonna let you hurt Joyce like you hurt me-"
Teri cried out and flung herself around Walky's neck. Walky stumbled back against the surprise...huggle? His legs left him and Teri fell on top, holding onto his neck as she continued to cry.
"Walky, please..." she cried softly, and oddly enough seductively, into his ear. "Please. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt either of you...Walky, I know you've been trying to get me out of here, but I...I can't leave..."
With Joyce's help, Walky pulled her out to arm's length, the shock evident on both of their faces.
"You know?" Joyce asked. "If you've known, then that means your head has gotten itself together-"
"What do you mean?" Walky asked.
"If she's lucid during the day, then the drugs might've worked!"
"I think they have, but I need to talk," Teri muttered. "I need to tell...people that I trust...about what happened...But I can't do that. I must, but I can't. I can't..."
"What does she mean, Walky?" Joyce asked.
Walky shook his head, but said nothing.
"Joyce, if I told Doc and SEMME what I knew, then they'd let me go," Teri explained. "They'd let me go. I'd go. I can't go. I can't..."
"Teri, why..." this had Joyce confused. "Don't you want to go home?"
The lullaby began up again, but Teri concentrated on Walky and Joyce and it subsided.
"I'm a - danger - " she muttered in between the pain. "To myself. To SEMME. To - my government. To everyone."
She slumped against Joyce's chest, quietly happy for the contact.
"It's better for everyone if I'm kept in here...forever..."
Teri began to sob again into Joyce. A hand reached to her shoulder and gave her a gentle squeeze. She sighed at the strength behind the touch and the strangely warm feeling she got from it. It was Walky.
"I believe you, Teri. And I do think your mind is back," he said, rubbing her neck. "But I don't think it's better for you to stay. I think it's only easier. The easy thing to do would be to stay here, drugged up and out all the time. The easy thing would be to let the Head Alien win."
"It's hard to let me and Joyce in on some of the secrets, some of what you know. I know it's hard to live with all those secrets. It's going to be hard to live with that voice that's going to be in your head, probably forever," Walky continued as he got to his feet. "The hard thing would be to be in control of your own life and to take control of your own powers, no matter how scary they are. Believe me, that's much harder. But one thing I know, you won't have to live all that alone. You'll have at least two friends."
He extended a hand. And smiled.
"Will you let us help...If we can?" Joyce asked.
Teri took Walky's hand and Joyce helped her up.
"Yes," Teri said, smiling for the first time in a long time. "You, at least, deserve to know the truth..."
Walky smiled and nodded.
"Okay," he said. "There gonna be one more hard thing."
"What?" Joyce asked.
"Figuring out how to get her out of here."
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