Chapter 81

• “Where am I?” I blurt out boldly, not caring about being polite and friendly given my current predicament and the fact this asshole has me lassoed to a bed while bobbing nearby Willy Wonka style. My spine is agony at the point of that damn dart, and it feels like I’m black and blue all over. Only just beginning to feel my fingers and toes, and despite regaining some alertness, I feel like I’m not quite here fully yet, and this still has an aura of dreamlike to it.
• “Oh, of course ... silly me. How rude and utterly awful. Let me introduce myself first. I’m Doctor George, William Robert Adams. I’m the resident chief scientific officer at this facility, and you, my dear, are our guest. Sadly, we’ve had to take certain measures for both your safety and ours, seeing as, like my acquaintances, you seem to possess a certain wonderful gift. But it’s a temporary arrangement until we become better acquainted. I hope you won’t hold it against us that we acted hastily in a preventive manner without knowing your character or purpose for trespassing on our doorstep. And your name is?” It’s a whoosh of ridiculously precise, queen’s English in an exaggerated and somewhat foolish sense. I’m at a loss. I didn’t think people actually talked or behaved like this, let alone ones who survived living among the aggressive, low patient, temper driven, wolf kind, like me. He’s a little absurd.
• I blink at him, stupefied at that whole upper crust, marble-mouthed mass of weirdness that came out of him. He seems like some eccentric Mary Poppins type character, and I’m sure I might still be high from whatever they darted me with. I stare blankly at him, dropping my head back on the pillow, and don’t say a word.