137. Abducted!

I woke up to the smell of cigar smoke. I didn’t know where I was, but it felt cold like I was underground. Everything was dark. I heard a voice. “He’s alive.” It was Burbank.

“Where are you?” I asked and tried to get up, but my hands were tied together in front of me, my ankles latched together as I lay on the ground.

“Right here. You’re blindfolded.”

“Why?” I asked.

“How should I know?”

I asked him a lot of questions then. What happened, where was Lenore, where were we, why couldn’t I remember anything. He said he didn’t remember either, but he reckoned the enemy of the aliens, the redheads, had stolen us from the restaurant, and Lenore was here too, chained to the chair next to him.

Then there was another voice, very close, and cigar smoke stuffed my nostrils. The woman from the restaurant. I could vaguely remember her. She hadn’t said much before I blacked out. But now she was speaking to me again in her thick accent. “Where is the communicator?” she asked me.

I told her I didn’t know what she was talking about. She said that was fine. Torture would get it out of me.