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like?"
    "A
bubble."
    "A
bubble?"
    "Yes,
a bubble."
    Up
straight – chair hits wall. And Tommy Gunn in the corner grips the trigger of
his machinegun tighter.
    "Sit
down!"
    I sat.
    "I
thought you said it was a flying saucer," the doc said.
    "It
was like a bubble of light for Christ sake, when I first saw it coming
down!"
    "Out
of a clear blue sky you say. Go on. Tell me what it looked like."
    So I
did, nice and slow.
    "Like
a fucking flying saucer."
    #
    "We've
got your mother here," the good doctor smiled straightening his crooked
tie.
    "My
mother's dead. She died giving birth to me," I said.
    His
eyebrows shot up. It was something else to pin me down to the butterfly board
of nutcases, category - Maternal Guilt.
    "Mrs.
Andresen?" he said to the open door.
    And
there she stepped it, all black veil and tear brimming eyes.
    #
    "Sean,"
she said, "that picture was of your father, remember? It was taken even
before you were born."
    "Who
the hell are you?" I yelled at her.
    That's
when the good doctor, and his white coat wide boys, rushed me and slapped duck
tape to my mouth.
    Now all
I could do was look at him and her talking to each other like I wasn't there,
her dabbing at her eyes with the handkerchief that the good doctor had whipped
out of his top pocket.
    "I'm
sorry about this, doctor," she said. "But he's been this way for
years. We tried to shield him, of course. But in the end," she raised her
hands, "it was impossible. Paranoid schizophrenia, you see? He doesn't
even know who he is himself most of the time. The poor boy, all those things
about aliens and flying saucers, I thought he would grow out of it, but instead
he kept getting worse and, oh..."
    And
there she broke down.
    I would
have clapped but my arms were strapped to the chair.
    The
doctor held her hand.
    "Mrs.
Andresen," he said, "we don't want trouble. I can see that you've had
enough as it is. Neither of us wants to be embroiled in a legal case now do
we?"
    Eyelids
fluttering she looked up at him.
    "You're
very understanding, doctor."
    "The
extradition is easy to deal with," he said sitting back and looking at me.
"He's obviously insane. He's not going anywhere, and as for a court case,
well..."
    "How
can I be of assistance?" Mrs. Andresen perked up.
    "I
can sign over his mental status to you and you could take over his financial
affairs."
    Now that
did make me mad. So mad I thought my eyes were going to pop out. They almost
did when they rammed that needle in my arm.
    "As
far as the money he stole," the doctor went on, "you could hand it
over to its rightful owner. But then again, as no one knows this poor deluded
young man is here for treatment, and he is in no fit state to speak for
himself, what you decide to do with it would be up to you."
    She
looked at me, simpering through her veil.
    "I
understand, doctor," she smiled. "I don't know what possessed him to
make that claim, charging for an old photograph of his poor dead father."
    What a
bitch.
    "It's
a sickness, Mrs. Andresen," the doctor patted her hand, "one that
unfortunately makes everyone's life, especially those who love and care for
him, an unbearable hell. I'm sure the extradition charges will be dropped when
I write my report. And we have all the facilities here to make sure that
society is safe, and give this poor young man the proper treatment that he so
obviously needs."
    She
looked at me and sniffed back a tear with a smile.
    "Thank
you, doctor," she said.
    #
    Twelve
years it took me to find a way out of that maximum security cracker palace.
    It took
me six hours to get back.
    And
nothing was going to stop me from proving my sanity.
    #
    My axe
tore through the wood. But before I knew it I was kicking and screaming as they
stuffed my arms into the sleeves and pulled the straps tight.
    #
    "You
made it, back," Mrs. Andresen said as she sat behind my desk.
    She
didn't even stand up.
    "How
many years has it been?" she asked.
    "Since
like forever," I said.
    "I
think you owe this man an apology,"