his place with no warning?”
“He professes to be from a world I’ve never even heard of.”
“An unknown system?” the big man asked calmly.
“Some system called ‘Earth.’”
“Earth? I’ve never heard of it either.”
“It’s there,” Vincent said. “I—”
“Maybe it’s one of the secret systems only Oryon knew about?” Spaide suggested.
“Spaide!” Exander exclaimed. “Let him speak for himself.” He then turned to Vincent and said, “From what I see, you might be from a strange planet. That, I will grant you. But what were you doing on Oryon's ship, and where are Oryon and Duell? That’s what I want to know.”
Vincent sighed again. He had no idea of the names constantly mentioned to him. He tried very hard to remember, but his memories were hazy; and with every passing second of this interrogation, he couldn’t help feeling that his hopes of making it back were evaporating.
“There was a crash,” he started. “Some vessel crashed into the desert of my country. At first, we assumed it was a meteor, but arriving at the scene, we realized it was a spacecraft. As I started to investigate, my curiosity took over, and I went inside… against the will of my superior.” He rubbed the back of his head, trying to recall those events. His headache doubled under this demand for information.
“Bastard!” Spaide grunted. “You didn’t tell me that earlier!”
Vincent shrugged. “Maybe it’s because you nearly knocked me out?”
“Oh, we’ve a comedian here.”
“I’m just beginning to remember…” Vincent said, touching his forehead. “It’s slowly coming to me…”
“Then what happened?” Exander asked impatiently.
“There, in the corner, I saw a man on the floor…He looked like you, only older—”
“Oryon!” Exander snapped once again, getting up. “Where is he? What have you done with him?”
“Calm down,” Damocles said. “Let him continue.”
Exander raised his fist as if he were about to slam the table once more, but then sat down, struggling to keep his cool and not gain any outside attention.
“You saw Oryon, and then what?”
“I cried for help, but then something strange happened…”
“What? What happened?”
“He said something…” Vincent said, “…and then… and then, this terrible headache… I must’ve passed out… waking up all alone on this faraway world… and that’s when Spaide found me.”
Damocles and Exander looked at each other.
“What about Duell?” Damocles asked. “Where was Duell?”
“I didn’t see anyone else,” Vincent answered.
“You expect us to believe this nonsense?” Exander fumed.
“I’m sorry, but that’s the truth… at least everything I remember. Maybe the rest will come to me later. If there is any more, that is.”
There was an awkward moment of silence.
“Spaide, we need to talk.” Exander got up, throwing Vincent a mistrusting look. “Sit there,” he warned as the three of them went into the corner.
By this point, Vincent was barely able to control his own temper. He needed to get home, and to do so would require earning their trust. But at the same time he could see why they had a hard time trusting him.
“So what are you?” asked a feminine voice.
Vincent awoke from his thoughts and turned his gaze to the woman. “What?”
“I mean, what is your species called?”
“I’m… a human,” Vincent answered.
“A human ? How interesting...”
Vincent had no response and kept quiet. But she continued staring at him with those striking eyes.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she replied. “I just find it crazy.”
“What?”
“That there’s an advanced race resembling us, and yet…”
“Yet?”
“I’ve never even seen or heard of your kind.”
“You wouldn’t be the only one,” he said. He remained quiet for a few more seconds and then added, “I just want to get back home, you know. I really, truly, honestly don’t recollect how I got