“You are getting your color back which is good to see,” she said while shining that damn flashlight in my eyes again.
“Do you have to do that? My head really hurts.”
“What if I like doing it?”
“Well then, I suppose that would be OK, wouldn’t want to suck the fun out of it for you. Are you a real doctor? And how did I get here? One of the nurses said I was on a spaceship in the future?” The pounding in my head is back. What the hell is happening?
“You can call me Dr. Sophia and yes I’m a real doctor. You are aboard the Diagonal22. We are a deep space exploration and trading vessel. We found you in the wreckage of a ship while we were searching for salvageable cargo. And no, it’s not 2017 anymore,” she said so matter of factly that my blood ran a little cold.
“This has got to be the weirdest alien abduction ever. What year is it?”
“2222 and we were not the ones who abducted you if that’s what you want to call it.”
“Not this again. More 22’s? Is this some kind of joke? I’ve had about all I can take.”
“What do you mean?” she said looking puzzled. “What is the last thing you remember?”
“The number 22 over and over again. It had invaded my life and I couldn’t figure out what it meant. I used to think I was crazy until other people started seeing it and then I was sure the gods were crazy. The last thing I remember was laying in a hospital bed, a 2017 hospital bed, model 222. The doctors were putting me asleep again which they did quite often.”